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Walking in the cold winter wind, drifting, stepping on, is the dream, in this moment alone, how! Huo Zhi tightly gripped her clothes that weren't cold at all. The wind blew from all directions, carrying ridicule with it.

She turned around, not wanting to avoid it. For a moment, she thought that perhaps death was the best relief. The black car came to an abrupt halt and she was safe and sound