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Silas Davidson's gaze was silent, and without turning his head, he said, "Today's coffee wasn't brewed right, so I dumped it."

"Chirp?"

Behind him, the white figure tilted its head, not quite understanding why Silas Davidson felt the need to explain this to her, but she didn't dwell on it, instead focusing on the familiar figure on the screen.

So happy!

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In the Big Snowy Mountain, a blizzard howled, burying everything in pallid white.

"Yo yo yo, chek nao, I'll take a set of pancake fruit!"

The Eighth Finger, donning a mask with a "Ж" pattern and wearing a colorful puffy coat, held her mobile phone playing music out loud, happily hopping about in the midst of the snowstorm.

Trailing behind her was the Butcher, his face darkened in the literal sense, blasted to black, and with only one arm remaining, he looked utterly miserable.

"Damn it!"