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... The icy wind howled, and the heavy snow fluttered down.
On the rooftop of a commercial building in Sapporo Central District, Nozaki Cangjian, who had rushed over during the night, even in his down jacket, was still so cold his cheeks and ears turned red, pacing back and forth while constantly blowing on his hands for warmth.
Every time he met with Aoyama Xiu Xin, he felt it was a form of torture—basking in the scorching sun on the rooftop in the summer, enduring the biting cold w ...
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