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Her white and tender face had a glimmer of luster to it, and her thick eyelashes were like two feathered fans. The tip of her nose was small and delicate, and her thin lips were tender and tender.

Luckily, Hsing was still here.

This was her son.

She couldn't let anyone snatch it away from her!

Not even Ji Chenyuan!

Ever since Ji Chenyuan chased Meng Chuan out that day