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... by human will.
Regardless of whether one adapts or finds happiness, everyone lives this way.
Time is like a sharp chisel, carving indelible marks into the stone of years.
The pale blue afternoon sunlight streams through the window lattice, falling on his face, yet not warming.
Ren Zhong quietly lies on the chair, enjoying a rare moment of peace and leisure.
He has gradually adapted to everything around him, even the bizarre blue sun.
This place is ...
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