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At this moment, what Li Luohao called tenacity, that indomitable spirit, was utterly useless.,One day, when Li Luohao was still relatively conscious, he dragged his weary body to see a psychiatrist. The final diagnosis matched his own guess: moderate depression.,Li Luohao endured the pressure in his heart, forcing a smile at Wang Dali. Although Li Luohao couldn't see his own smile, he was very clear in his heart: this smile must have been uglier than crying.。

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