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That night, Mu Yifan stayed in the Zhan Jia.

As night fell, the temperature grew lower and lower. In the middle of the night, the temperature actually reached seventy-nine degrees Celsius, twenty degrees lower than what Mu Yifan had written in his essay. It was so cold that it was scary.

When he woke up the next morning, the first floor of the villa had been covered in snow