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... he ground, all Xiao Yuanmu could hear was the sound of the wind howling.
He felt that the congee in his hands still had remnants of warmth inside. His tightly pursed lips loosened a bit. A strong gust of wind blew against his umbrella, blowing it backwards. He subconsciously pulled it back but couldn’t help but pause when he noticed something out of the corner of his eye.
He had already steadied his umbrella. Through the curtain of rain, Xiao Yuanmu stared down the road he had just w ...
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