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... the chilly breeze laced with late-autumn frost.
As if she wanted to savor the cold air properly.
Cough cough!
The next second, the knife-sharp wind had her coughing uncontrollably.
Unlike the hot, humid air of summer, the autumn wind was biting—like tiny blades slicing into the skin.
The weather had fully shifted into late autumn by now.
If not for the warmth inside the room, Mei should’ve been wearing something a lot thicker.
“Serp?”
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