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In A, at midnight. The night in spring was cold. The wind was blowing. A week after Brittany ran away from her marriage, Norman finally handled all his work and was able to focus on catching his little wife back. However, at the moment his personal airplane was landed, lots of smoke bombs popped out from nowhere suddenly. Then they were slipped under the airplane. Norman could not see anything all of a sudden. The housekeeper got off the airplane to check. Seeing that smile, he told Norman, “It was fogging in A.” Hearing his words, Norman squinted slightly. He had a bad feeling. He thought the frost outsides looked weird. He smelt the fragrance in the smile. So slight. But he has been a soldier for many years. He was a keen sense of this staff. After three s