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Rong Heting suddenly recalled a lot of it.

The timidity of Qianqian's first appearance before him, the satisfaction of being fed by him at the table, the happiness of wearing a wedding dress, everything about her.

He didn't dare to think too much about this little girl's appearance, but he couldn't stop himself from thinking about it.

The child looked too much like Qianqian.

"Hello, uncle