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Deep in the Imperial Palace, Qin Yu was isolated on the balcony of the second floor of the small building in the garden of the palace.

He didn't move at all, as if he'd been frozen there since the day before, not taking a step away, still holding his hands behind his back, looking at the other side of the overcast sky, not taking his eyes off the bright, bright, bright winter flowers