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Bai Xiaosheng was sleeping there, her heart tied up like a thorn in her chest. The nightmare gripped her head tightly.

Her mind lingered for a long time on the dream she had just had. She could clearly hear the cry of a child. The thin, weak, mournful cry was clearly that of a child. Whose child is that? Stabbing through her heart. The emotion was so intense that she couldn't move for a moment