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I sat obediently on the bed while Xiao Yao's mother sat across from me. She had long eyebrows, raised as gently as the moon. He had a straight nose, lips that were almost identical to Xiao Yao's. Even his expression was gentle, giving others a feeling of relief.

I roughly understood why Xiao Yao would grow up to be such a gentle person. After all, his mother was so gentle and cultured