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Seeing the scars on the grass, Li Yuru slowly squatted down. She reached out her hand to stroke the small grass that was pressed down and muttered to herself: "Xing Tong, my son, why aren't you willing to go home? Don't you want your mother? Even if you lose your memory and your memory, so what? "Don't worry, as long as mom is here, I won't let anyone hurt you."

Xing Hen's heart ached