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I once deeply loved a man, but that man actually died because of another woman's play. He said he had to die, and he really did die. As for the woman who had watched him die, she would only leave with a fox in her arms.

At that moment, I no longer felt that she was beautiful and moving. Under that beautiful skin, there was an ugliness that I loathed.

Without hesitation, I thrusted my sword over