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... project didn’t come to fruition. Apart from eating a bowl of delicious fish soup noodles, Zhuang Qingning felt that she gained little else from the day. Dispirited, she went to bed early with Zhuang Qingsui.
At night, the northwestern wind rose, and fine snowflakes began to drift down from the sky.
By midnight, these snowflakes had turned into large snowflakes, continuing to fall until the rooster crowed at dawn. By the time it was fully light, a thick blanket of snow had covered ...
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