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The plane returning from Sydney encountered severe turbulence, narrowly avoiding disaster.,The tone was so natural, it almost took me by surprise.,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.。