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... wind blew, and the colder it became.
Xuan Ying placed his hands near his lips, exhaled a couple of warm breaths, and rubbed them together before asking, "Young Master, shall we rest for the night in the farmhouse?"
"Let’s rest," said Duan Yunfei. "The wind is so strong, it’s not suitable for traveling at night."
"Yes." Xuan Ying replied.
Shen Qinglan lifted the carriage curtain, allowing a burst of cold wind to come in. Le Zhao, who had already dozed off, couldn’ ...
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