Mianmian slept very deeply that night, and he didn't wake up until three o'clock in the morning the next day.

When she woke up, it was pitch black and her place was empty.

The heating was turned on in the room, but her hands and feet were still cold, and she hugged the quilt in a daze, looking at the room that had fallen into darkness.

The winter in Xicheng was lonely and cold, and she sat in her newly moved room,......

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