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her face, now tear-streaked like a blossoming pear tree in the rain, caused a single phrase to flash through his mind: "A lily weeping in the storm..."He frowned inwardly, how had he become so poetic... to avoid the wounds on his body, which only made it easier for him to control her. With effortless ease, he pinned her beneath him.His towering figure, like a mountain, directly enveloped her! She fe...