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... he couldn't help but think of the old locust tree from back home. However, the old locust tree no longer existed, while this tree was still thriving.

A tinge of melancholy welled up in Chen Ping'an's heart at this thought, but a faint smile then appeared on his face as he recalled the memory of Li Baoping running around with those locust branches on her shoulder. She was so adorable and energetic, and she feared nothing.

In a way, she was very similar to Fan Er, who had no worrie ...

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