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... one said, "My son, here it is."
Snow flakes fell, and the cold temperature came out. A cold wind blew. Zhuo Yuan blamed him. He took a few steps quickly, and a thin layer fell on his body. He stepped forward and knocked on the door.
It just didn't respond for a long time.
As soon as Zhuo Yuanzhe pushed the door open, he went into the courtyard with snow, and no one stepped on the footsteps. He was so quiet that he only heard the snowflakes go down, and a kind of premonition ...
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