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It was another year when the autumn wind blew. Several yellowing leaves drifted under the wutong tree by the roadside. A few pieces landed on Xia Yuhan's head. That's right, another year was about to pass. Autumn was about to fall, and Xia Yuhan's heart was filled with a faint sense of disappointment.

The car slowly drove home. Every day after coming home to accompany Xin Er