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The child's mood disappeared as quickly as it came. After being comforted by Ji An'an, he laughed and picked up the carnations from the sofa.

"Mommy, do you like the flowers?"

Ji An'an nodded and took it. Looking at the flowers in her arms, her eyes were slightly warm. "I like it. Shuibao is so good. Mommy is so happy."

As Shuibao grew up, she felt that he became more sensible.

As a mother