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Yan Muqing grabbed Yue Ziyue's hand, and her originally cold fingers suddenly warmed up.

Yan Muqing frowned. He didn't know why Yue Ziyue's hand was so cold. He only knew that Yue Ziyue was afraid of the cold, but he didn't expect her fingers to be so cold.

However, it didn't matter. In the future, he would be able to hold her hand and warm her ice-cold hand. It would also be a beautiful thing