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我写的双语小说《好运的代价》The Cost of Fortune他走到外滩，靠着冰冷的石砌栏杆。黄浦江对岸，陆家嘴的摩天楼群依旧灯火辉煌，如同他过去十年人生的纪念碑，冰冷、精确、光芒万丈。但此刻，他看着那些曾让他感觉窒息又安稳的几何光柱，心中却是一片奇异的平静。He reached the Bund and leaned against the cold stone railing. Across the Huangpu River, the Lujiazui skyscrapers still blazed with light — monuments to the past decade of his life: cold, precise, radiant. But now, as he gazed at those geometric pillars of light that had once felt both suffocating and safe, a strange calm settled over him.
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