The wrist suddenly went slack. In the darkness, the sound, magnified countless times, knocked open the door sealed deep within his heart, abruptly pulling Fu Xuanliao into the torrent of the past, recalling a scene strikingly similar to the present. Four years ago, in the summer, Fengcheng welcomed a brief rainy season. The weather outside was muggy, but the hospital room remained cold and desolate, due to the silence and the endless stream of critical condition notices arriving like snowflakes. Fu…

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