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Shen Fengxi's voice was tinged with impatience: "I didn't hear that.",Meng Qing didn't speak, just about to push open the door when a man stopped her with one hand, blocking her path.,Meng Qiong's footsteps didn't stop. The cold wind blew her hair, making it stand on end. She looked up at the northern city. It was a snowy day in December. Her hands were frozen stiff, and her vision was a little blurry.。