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... ould be after getting this doll.


Han Luo was sitting beside Han Sheng Ming, who was reading a storybook with her in the living room. Han Changhong came closer and gave the little girl a warm hug. She grinned at the sight of the doll, calling out, "Welcome, uncle! Thank you, uncle!" Little Luo's smile felt somewhat shallow, as though her cheerfulness had been drained out. Yet it was still reassuring. It was better than seeing her cry and refuse to eat.


After Han Luo to ...

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