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"Beneath the undercurrents, every breath he takes is a tide surging toward me." - When Lin Qianxi was surrounded by reporters, his drenched eyelashes cast shadows beneath his eyes. A reporter's microphone nearly poked his pale lips: "With so many people sacrificing their lives, what exactly is the point of extreme sports?" His Adam's apple bobbed, but no sound came out. The warmth of supporting remains in the deep sea, the strength of gripping a survivor's wrist within a shipwreck—it was all choked in his throat. Until a light chuckle drifted from outside the crowd: "Then what is the point of you shoving a microphone here to ask others about 'the point'?" Song Yu pushed through the crowd...