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He Xiyan heard him but she didn’t turn to look at him. Instead, she placed her hands on the windowsill.
A cold wind blew and it carried some moisture with it. The wind felt like a knife that sliced past her face.
Ye Hao walked over, shut the window, and stood behind her.
This was such a familiar scene. They had once stood in front of the full-length windows and admired the hill with an elevation of less than 300 meters.
He still remembered how ...
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