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Later, when the war came to an end, there were only a few people left.

Every time a war is like this, let's not talk about the rivers of blood, but when you look at the ground beneath your feet, it would actually dye the ground beneath you red. Such a desolate autumn wind makes me feel as if I'm being roasted by fire.

It was the torment of my heart, as if a fire had been ignited in my heart