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    On the ten-thousand-year-old glacier in the far north, the thin winter plum tree had been cut in half, half of its branches fell on the snow, and most of it was covered by thick white snow. The man in white stood beside the remains of the cold plum tree, pinching the fingertips of the cold jade flute in his hand until it turned white. He gritted his teeth, his voice almost coming out from between his teeth. "Well, Wei Lin, you are so cruel!" At this moment, he was extremely grateful that he had the…

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