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Ouyang Rong squatted on the edge of a lotus stone platform, his dry lips muttering. His eyes were fixed on the golden lotus lantern in his hand, carefully tightening the knot.,Ou Yangrong looked up, raindrops splattering on his blue-tinged eyelids.,At his side lay a broken lotus lamp, one half shattered on the ground and the other half flung into the corner, with multicolored jewels spilling out from within.。