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On a moonlit night, at the edge of the cliff, the blood of her loved ones stained her clothes, she opened a poignant smile, waved her sword to cut off her love, and her three thousand threads of green silk fell into the wind and fluttered in the wind. She said, "Hair is broken, love is broken! I, Night Manshu, swear today with this broken hair, the day I see you again, I will take the blood of your heart." She turned around and jumped off the cliff. "No!" He swooped over, but only caught the strands of broken hair falling in the wind. This turn...