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The voice of the oar-man interrupted Yishuoyuan's brief reminiscence. After he collected himself and took a deep breath, he once again gathered his emotions, turned to face forward, and imagined the magic in his heart.,Please note that I have only translated the text content and kept the HTML tags as they are.,But before his eyes was a forest interspersed with lingering snow. The setting sun illuminated the river valley, like an uninhabited desolate mountain and ancient forest, making Yi Shuyuan's heart colder than ice water.。