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... act.
It even sounded rather pleasant.
Yu Qingxian felt itchy and reached out to touch the grass.
The blades were completely encased in ice.
However, the roots were not frozen.
So when the wind blew, the grass swayed like rippling wheat.
After a while, she withdrew her hand.
First, she needed to see if this place was habitable.
The yurt seemed somewhat damaged, likely from many years of use.
It was about one or two kilometers ...
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