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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.,Shen Fengxi was very heavy, most of his weight was on his upper body, his hands clasped at his waist.,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.。