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In early December, the frigid winter set in.
At dawn, one could see the plants and flowers in the grass clothed in white.
The once vibrant trees were now frozen and listless.
That day, Jiang Muwan went to the C Airlines office building to finalize the food supply types.
Jiang Lin went with her.
In the car, there was little conversation between the two.
In the front, Xue Yuan drove, with the father and daughter sitting in the back seat, Jiang Muwan leaning back and resting with her eyes closed, while Jiang Lin had a blank expression, seemingly deep in thought.
After a while, due to a red traffic light, Xue Yuan slowly stepped on the brakes, queuing up in the lengthy flow of traffic.
As they came to a stop, a low voice came from Jiang Lin in the back seat, "Has your mother contacted you?"
"No," Jiang Muwan responded without opening her eyelids, her lazy posture tinged with a touch of cold detachment.
