Running all the way back to Shao'an, An Rui did not dare to delay for a moment, and with the help of the elders of the clan, she finished her father's funeral properly. Standing under the corridor, An Rui stretched out his hand to catch the snow, the slightest coldness was heartbroken, his marriage was published in the newspapers and periodicals of Beijiang Prefecture for three consecutive days, looking at a little melting snowflake, her heart had an indescribable taste, sweet and sour, bitter and spicy, maybe only bitter. That figure, those bright eyes, his...

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