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It was the beginning of summer, and there was still a layer of mud on the wine jar that he had dug out from the cellar, staining Leng Jinghong's entire body. However, he didn't seem to mind, as he held the jar of wine and said to the inside, "Bu Yun, this apricot wine has been cold for a long time.

Leng Jinghong acted like there was someone inside and stopped knocking on the door