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Wang Lixi shook her daughter's hand and sighed. Then, she turned around and left to cook.
Qin Xiaotao turned and left the kitchen, heading for her son's room. For the past five years, this was the end of every conversation.
His son was still sleeping soundly, and the long journey had obviously made him very tired.
Qin Xiaotao sat by the bed, stroking the strands of hair on her son's forehead