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A warm liquid flowed out from his eye sockets. Following the clear outline of his body, it dripped onto the child's white and tender face.

Due to his excitement, Jing Simo's eyes were bloodshot. The veins on the back of his hand and on his forehead were popping out.

This is his child...

It was Oman and his child!

He, Jing Simo's daughter...!

The man hugged the child tightly