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The road was slippery with snow, but Zhao Qingyan loved to watch the snow. Thus, he did not sweep away the snow in front of him. At this moment, the snow was an inch thick.

A young man in white was kneeling in the snow. Snowflakes were falling from his hair. The clothes that were not thick to begin with made the young man appear even thinner.

Zhao Qingyan stopped and looked over at Ran Hao