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Time flies, and another year is coming to an end. It's now early December, the day of the Laba Festival, and the weather is very cold. A casual breath is enough to see a puff of white fog. There's still no news from Zhao Erhu, and Lin Yue doesn't know whether to miss him or worry about him. As time passes, her heart becomes even more restless. Based on the time, Zhao Erhu and his company should have returned from overseas by now. Otherwise, if the weather gets colder and the snow falls, the sea might freeze over, making it difficult to sail.