The snow is falling heavier and heavier, falling one after another and connecting like goose feathers.
Between heaven and earth, there is only a piece of silvery white.
"ten!"
The last stick fell, and the military stick suddenly broke.
Song Zhong stood in the snow, wearing a crimson official robe and a solemn face. He looked at Shen Xuan who was kneeling on the ground with a pale face and a wisp of bright red from the corner of his lips, with a deep expression.
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