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In the end, she still put her trembling hand into the palm of her hand. The moment his fingers closed around her, a poem that he had once seen suddenly appeared in her mind:

"Who, who dares to take my hand, restrains me from the madness of half a lifetime;"

Who, kiss my eyes, cover me half of my life exile;

Who, caress my face, comfort me half life sorrow;

Who, with my heart