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The plane returning from Sydney encountered severe turbulence, narrowly avoiding disaster.,He only said one thing, the phone call didn't go through.,Meng Qiong's footsteps didn't stop. The cold wind blew her hair, making it stand on end. She looked up at the northern city. It was a snowy day in December. Her hands were frozen stiff, and her vision was a little blurry.。