The winter that year was very cold, with a thick layer of white snow covering the solemn streets, the north wind howling, and goose-feather snowflakes raging. Occasionally, on a sunny day, the orange sunshine shines down weakly, covering the rooftops and street corners of the city. The fat cat squints its eyes and purrs to laze on the bench. In winter, there is finally a rare silence.
And Rong Xiaoxia also came to this cold northern city-Bicheng for the first time that winter.
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