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The north wind was biting, like a sharp sword cutting across the faces of passersby.
After leaving the cemetery, Ye Xuan tightened his clothes immediately, buried his neck under the collar, and put his hands into his pants pockets.
Ximen Huahai followed closely behind Ye Xuan.
"Ye Xuan, are you that afraid of the cold?"
Ximen Huahai asked puzzledly.
Even though the north wind was harsh, he was still dressed lightly.
"The world is cold, and people's hearts are unpredictable. I'm not afraid of the weather being cold; I'm afraid of people's hearts being too cold..."
Ye Xuan chuckled a few times and explained.
Ximen Huahai looked confused, not quite understanding.
But Ye Xuan didn't expect Ximen Huahai to understand, either.
"By the way, what are we going to do?"
Ximen Huahai asked in confusion.
"We're going to the Sazai family!"
Ye Xuan replied.
"What for?"
Ximen Huahai inquired.
"To deliver a gift?"
Ye Xuan answered.
"What gift?"
