At 5:10 AM, the edge of the sky was already turning white like a fish's belly.
Fang Qingze looked up at the sky and sighed, "The weather should be pretty nice today."
"Nice weather?" Ye Chuqing gently scratched Xiaoliu's chin. "Are you saying a blazing sun is nice? This is summer, you know. Don't you think it's hot?"
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