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“Mister, I make a living online. You can think of me as a storyteller.”,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.,Yishu Yuan's head hit something, and in a sound of rushing water, his body crawled out from a split in the water that had been divided in half.。