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... mountain spirits sobbing in the pitch-black mountain range.
The roof of the dilapidated house in the mountain village had a big hole through which snowflakes gently fell. A bright pattern lamp on the wall illuminated the rundown room, accompanied by a crackling bonfire.
Xu Yuan was sitting on a blanket, draped in a dark brown mink fur, fiddling with a half-foot tall black porcelain jar in his hands.
Inside the jar was the supper he and Ran Qingmo would share tonight.
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