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Perhaps she had just cried, Fu Yue'er's voice was still abnormally hoarse. She walked in front of Fu Xingchen and reached out her hand to take his arm.

When Fu Xingchen caught sight of her outstretched hand, he evaded it without leaving a trace. Looking at her delicate and pure face, he asked indifferently, "How's Mom?"

When her hands missed their target