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Jiang Yaner fried a poached egg for herself, poured a glass of milk, and ate two pieces of bread. Then he straightened his hair, put on a cashmere coat, and went out the door.

It was already late autumn, and the morning temperature was clearly much colder than before.

Jiang Yaner rubbed her hands together, sighed, and put them into her coat pocket. Carrying his backpack