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But as soon as she stood up, she heard his breathing — his heavy breathing, like the stifled sobs of a man trying desperately to whimper in the dark.

It was the sound of the wind, the sound of autumn, the sound of the weeping of illusions.

Hua Rong had completely collapsed.

Hua Rong lay beside him on the cold ground under the dim moonlight. For a while, she didn't feel cold at all