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After leaving the hospital, Xia Yuhan felt like crying inside, but there was still a smile on her face. Just like that, she walked along the desolate streets of the desolate little city of North Atlantic, the biting cold of the north wind.

The exaggeration was that Xia Yuhan didn't know where she was going at this time. The world was big and there was no place for him to go. Thinking about it