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After a fresh snowfall, the world lay blanketed in white. In the yard stood two snowmen, crafted by Yanwu's two maids, facing each other as if locked in a silent contest of who looked best. They had been standing there for quite some time, unmoving.

Wrapped in a thick coat and holding a heater filled with hot coals, Yanwu enjoyed the bright, sunny day. She leaned against the doorframe