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Meng Qiong rolled up her sleeves and, without a word, picked up the two people's wedding photo frame from the ground.,Every week, the air is hot and sticky. The two of them are together.,Meng Qiong's footsteps didn't stop. The cold wind blew her hair, making it stand on end. She looked up at the northern city. It was a snowy day in December. Her hands were frozen stiff, and her vision was a little blurry.。