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... all and short-lived, and they can't even be called real snow. They melted the moment they fell on the ground.
When I went to Mocheng, it was summer vacation again, and there was no way it could snow in summer where there should be snow.
While in the orphanage, everyone was indoors in winter. Xu Youyou couldn't remember if it snowed heavily.
It was already a real goose feather snow.
"Mom, will there really be thick, thick snow when I wake up tomorrow?"
"As long ...
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