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... hilling cold that emanated from the depths of her heart, spreading through her limbs and bones, as if she had turned into an ice sculpture.
In her modern life, there was once a bitterly cold winter night when she was caught in a sudden downpour without an umbrella.
The rain soaked her down jacket, and on that freezing winter night, the cold was unbearable.
But Jian Huan felt that the chill she was experiencing now was tens of thousands of times worse than that winter nigh ...
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