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... daytime. It was already past noon when the sky began to brighten. At this time, Du Yue and the other two were sitting together for lunch. As they ate, they saw the sky gradually brighten up. It felt like they were dreaming. Du Yue could not help but put down her chopsticks and sigh. “We don’t have many days of daylight left.”

It was estimated that the polar night would arrive in a few days.

Just as she finished sighing, Du Yue suddenly realized that the people who were blocking t ...

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