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with its sharp claws. It's both painful and itchy. The evening wind froze a layer of ice on her face."Since there's nothing else, I'm leaving. Miss Han, goodbye.""Wait." Han Bi called out to her, the...Fang Jiaqi tugged at Zhuque's hand, signaling her to stop talking. She didn't want to provoke Mo Yao either. She whispered in Zhuque's ear, "Let's go.". Although they planted a patch of very special chrysanthemums that looked strange, when the sun set, the setting sun dripped blood, casting a tragic and yet beautiful scene.To watch the sunset over t...