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... ere red.
The moment the red flag fell at the head of the city, the entire Daxing fell silent.
Only the whistling sound of the blizzard seemed to be the last lament for this once warm harbor.
Everyone couldn't believe it was true.
Yesterday, the West Market was still crowded with people. The girl selling steamed buns was pushing the dining cart, and the clear hawking sound passed by the door.
The snowman built by the children in the yard has not yet melted, and ...
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