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What followed was endless darkness, a life's end, no more images.
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Li An has come to understand that amidst the many fleeting shadows of time, it has always been the experience of just one person, just one person's figure.
He was chosen by that era and rewrote that era, so the essence of time engraved the history of a hero, leaving only one figure in the shadows of space-time...
Those images were chaotic and confusing, many could not be seen clearly, yet threads of sorrow and joy still penetrated through the fissures of time and space, seeping into Li An's heart. In certain moments, he seemed to resonate with that person.
In the end, there was only a sense of empty loneliness left.
Moments later, the light and shadows dissipated, and he only remembered the scene of that person in white, venturing alone on the road.
It's not that other images weren't impactful, but he was rational, deeply knowing that it was just someone else's story.
