Lin Mu, it's snowing.

Lin Mu heard this sentence, and when he heard it, his eyes subconsciously looked out of the half-open window, although the cold wind was still blowing, but the moonlight was still bright, and the white light was also sprinkled through the half-open window and shone on the wooden floor in the house, which was a little deserted.

Lin Mu didn't dwell on this call for a long time, he just wanted to call, so he called, and when the phone was dialed, the pendulum clock on the wall was just on time.

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Chapter 113 of "The Rest of My Life Lives Up" I see that Cheng An An is hitting in his hand, please wait a moment,

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