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She lowered her head to look at Shang Qiuyuan, who was crawling on the ground. In her eyes, a man like Shang Qiuyuan should be a descendant of the world, like a snow lotus soaring in the sky on the peak of a snow-capped mountain, standing proud and high in the wind, laughing at life and death.

He was originally like a snow lotus on top of a snowy mountain, unbending rather than bending. But now