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... ains, rivers, fields, and villages were all shrouded in white snow.
Gu Qingci still had that song in his ears.
Standing alone on the long bridge, in a short while, heavy snow covered the bridge, and the sky and the earth became white. An oil-paper umbrella appeared in the fluttering snowflakes. Slowly, Gu Qingci found that the snowflakes were still there It fell, but it didn't fall on him, and a shadow appeared above his head.
He didn't look back, still looking at the d ...
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