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"Giddy up!" Zhao Yuwan lifted the curtain and entered. The carriage driver didn't dare to delay any longer. He raised the horsewhip and rushed out a few dozen feet away.

Zhao Yuwan half squatted, placing her on the snow-white blanket. When she let go, she abruptly stood up, wrapping both her arms tightly around herself. Her little face scrunched up as she pleaded, "Husband, I'm going to die