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... ao San should not think about it, she worked at home for three years in her last life, and jumped up and down to do many things that challenged the limits of human beings. Mountaineering and photography were my interests at that time. She likes the process of reaching the top, and she likes the scenery after the summit.

She and Qiaomu met in a mountaineering group, and because they were both Chinese and were of similar age, the two quickly became acquainted. It was always said that they w ...

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