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In this landscape of mountains and water, Yi Shuyuan's immersion evoked a thirst for books. In his heart, he imagined a certain scene, swallowed his breath, and spoke with the emotions in his mind.,The old man rowing the boat at the stern was so absorbed in what he was hearing that he unconsciously followed Yi Shuyuan's finger, of course, he didn't see anything special like a peach tree.,His body was sinking faster and faster. Yishu Yuan didn't know how much saliva he had swallowed, his consciousness becoming increasingly blurred. Besides the feeling of suffocation in his body, the surrounding water seemed to be getting colder and colder, and his struggles gradually weakened.。