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Scattered snowflakes were still floating in the sky. The bone-piercing cold wind was like a knife, cutting into Maicao's face and causing her to feel pain.

Such a big snow and such a cold day. If Maixiang had been outside the whole night, she might not have frozen to death.

When Maicao thought of this, her heart was immediately set on fire. She practically jogged all the way to Han Qing's house