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Ye Yanli swept her into a princess carry, holding Soong Jiayan securely in his arms. He trudged through the snow toward the first-floor hall, his steps uneven on the packed drifts. The cold wind howled against their bodies and stung their faces. Soong Jiayan buried her face against his chest, feeling the steady heat of his broad frame. It was comforting, almost too warm