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... s cold, and it was nearing dusk.
In Gucheng, household fires lit up one by one, making the thick clouds seem even heavier.
The snow on the ground was a foot deep, and it was still falling, seemingly getting heavier.
A biting north wind lifted the snow from the ground, blanketing the entire Gucheng in white.
"Crunch, crunch."
Zhao Zheng stepped on the thick snow, carrying a sturdy rope on his shoulder, forming a forty-five-degree angle with the ground, his ...
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