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... palms.
It had actually never seen its father.
It only knew that there was once a shoulder-thick thunder roar that birthed it with its final source. Then, it returned to nature.
As a sprite, the big fat bear wasn’t sad.
On Bear King Mountain, many young friends didn’t have the concept of “father” and “mother”.
But when it looked at the hexagonal crystal in front of it, it felt very close to it. As it looked at it in a daze, its bear eye ...
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