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Yan Han was finally exhausted.

He came out of the lake, his hair dripping wet, his clothes clinging to his body. The wind was almost freezing him.

However, Yan Han seemed to not know, and only looked at the calm surface of the lake while deep in thought.

The commotion here had finally alarmed Leng Yan. She was wrapped in a white mink fur cloak as she walked over with large strides