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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.,The small boat suddenly collided with something. Yi Shuyuan was caught off guard and didn't even have time to react. With a cry of "Ah!", he fell into the river amidst the old man at the stern's cries of alarm.,At this moment, Yi Shu Yuan instinctively reached out to grab onto everything. The swirling light seemed to be grasped by his fingertips.。