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... howled and hummed.
It was pitch black.
It's like being covered in thick ink.
A gray-black carriage was walking slowly in the snow, and there was a small charcoal stove inside, emitting light smoke, coaxing the interior of the carriage into warmth.
Yang Fang was wearing a dark blue robe, his black hair was loose, and his eyes were flat. He picked up a hot wine glass and tasted it quietly.
is across from him.
It was Cao Wenlie, who was wrapp ...
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