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As Youyou walked into the living room, she saw him standing by the floor-to-ceiling window. Sunlight poured over his tall figure, which should have been warm and inviting, yet his silhouette seemed lonely and desolate. She had seen a similar figure before—it was Zirui's. But now it was Yiming's. How could he have such a lonely presence? This man, who seemed to have the world at his fingertips