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... red to the drizzle of spring and autumn, the cold wind and freezing rain of the harsh winter were especially biting, with ice droplets that resembled but weren't quite snow pelting the face with the sting of a knife.
The frost-covered path had hardly any respite before it was once again churned into slippery mud.
Jiang Shouzhong, not minding that his hem was sullied with much mud, steadied the old man with a sprained ankle into a deserted temple and finally let out a long sigh of ...
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