the next day.
It started to drizzle early in the morning, and as soon as I walked out the door, I felt the biting cold.
At about nine o'clock, Fang Bai put on a raincoat, a helmet, and rode out on his motorcycle.
The ground was still icy, and Fang Bo drove very slowly, almost slipping. He felt that he should not have ridden a motorcycle when going out today, but should have taken a taxi.
But there is no way, I have already ridden one or two kilometers out of the door.
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