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... e hotel. It was close to the roadside. It was obvious that he just got off the bus. The sun shone from the snow and fell on him. It seemed to be a golden light. He was on the phone with her. The other arm lifted up and hooked her finger at her.

When I read the song, I suddenly wanted to laugh.

This person is really, obviously, the distance between her and her is not even 200 meters, but she has to make a phone call.

She put down the phone and saw Tang Shao had already looked ...

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