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A fight between reason and emotion, he has the world in his heart, she is not willing to be inferior. He was magnificent: "I am the world, the world is mine, you are also mine." She lowered her eyes and thought: I can tolerate the world, can tolerate everything, but can not tolerate your harem. And the harem is half of your world, no harem world is not stable. This is his and her death knot, he does not retreat, she does not allow. Obviously doomed to tragedy, but still can not help but die lingering. Blossom to the blossoming flower is actually in this debilitated? Or withered wood to spring?