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... the entrance, Song Qian gritted his teeth against the cold and came out to take the stainless steel basin full of snow from Ye Qing.
Qin Lang also came over to help, "Sister Yan, has the wind and snow outside intensified?"
"Yes, it might get even worse soon." Jiang Yan reached up to adjust her hair, unconsciously glancing at Mo Shiyao in the corner.
There was a hint of color on her face, perhaps from the firelight or the warmth of her body.
"Sister Yan, Ye Qing, l ...
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