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The glass shattered, and there were shards of glass everywhere.,As soon as I placed the photo frame back on the table, someone hugged me from behind almost at the same time.,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.。