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... ther and sister when we grow up.”
“Yes, wipe your tears. We are men. Men don’t cry easily, understand?”
“Understood!”
Finally, Qiao Mai could have some peace. Without them around, she was free. She placed Ling ‘er on the bed and sat by the table. She took out some paper and paintbrushes and sketched the blueprints for her new home.
Ling’er, who was almost a year old, could already walk. However, she spoke a little late and still could not call her mother.
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