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Shen Fengxi walked out after finishing his shower, changing into a relaxed high-necked black shirt. Water still dripped from his black hair at the temples, which he swept up with one hand, revealing only the sharp outline and angles of his face.,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.。