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Shen Fengxi didn't refuse, his face betraying ambiguous feelings.,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.,He does not covet any of the Shen family's property, nor does he want the title of Mrs. Shen. He no longer desires anything.。