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Without getting a response, Shen Fengxi remained in that posture for half an hour. After a while, he finally spoke, "What time is it now",The tone was so natural, it almost took me by surprise.,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.。