In the twelfth year of Yongjia, winter, heavy snow swirled.,From Xie Zhiwei's corner, a surge of emotion once again overflowed, flowing along the white stream, shocking and astounding his gaze.,His feet stumbled, but he quickly regained his balance, leaning against a pillar and refusing to fall.。
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