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... felt as if there were knives chaotically stirring in his chest, causing him such pain that cold sweat drenched his forehead. A thick, sweet metallic taste rose in his throat, but he suppressed it with all his might. A sense of desolate confusion had taken hold of his heart, starting from the moment he let go of Xuanji’s hand.
He had told himself that he would never regret his decision, no matter what. But perhaps there had still been a glimmer of hope within him: Maybe... maybe she would ...
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