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He didn't know when, but the second floor of the Whisk Wind Teahouse had already been filled with a burst of other noises.

The cold winter wind was blowing in the Yangtze River, just as the new year arrived. Everyone was hiding at home, waiting for the arrival of the new year. Yet Xiao Yi and Su Mei Ran seemed intoxicated as if they were infatuated in the second floor of the teahouse