In the early winter morning, the cold wind is clear.
Alana’s roasted sweet potato with white fingertips was hot and white, and she ate it with small bites.
“Of course it’s delicious!”
Alana turned to look at him, Lei Ma told the driver to go back first, and the group of people walked slowly towards the villa area.
Julian took the basket from Chen’s hand and said nothing.
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