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Yu Jiao had always remembered that it was a cold spring season, with drizzling rain and misty rain. Later, there was a lot of wind, the biting wind like a knife in the face, the shrill sound of the wind, like a ghost. Yu Jiao walked on the deserted road, feeling the cold, trembling, the cold from the soles of her feet all the way to her heart. She finally couldn't help it