Early the next morning, Song Qinghui was woken up by a noise in the distance.

She grunted softly, rubbed her eyes reluctantly, and got up with some headaches.

This mat was spread on hay, which was much better than those who slept directly on the grass, but Song Qinghui still slept sorely. As soon as I opened my eyes, I found that my surroundings were empty, and the snow disappeared without a trace, leaving only a trace of the residual cold plum fragrance.

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