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The morning sun was rather bright, so not long later, the snow in front of the flower beds had all melted, leaving not a single trace. Last night's snow was more like a scholar's dream.

After hearing Chen Jiahe's words, Yan Zirong did not know what to say, "I'm sorry!" Yan Zirong said with some difficulty. Her eyes also looked down involuntarily. Yan Zirong always felt guilty towards Chen Jiahe