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Six fleeting years have slipped away, and the memories of the past now feel like a distant dream. Yet the wave…

Six fleeting years have slipped away, and the memories of the past now feel like a distant dream. Yet the waves of the Hutuo River keep rushing on endlessly, as the gentle whispers of wind and rain softly fill the air.

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