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Hua Rong's voice floated in the air, penetrating through the layers of snow, and echoed in everyone's ears, "Wen Long, are you going to follow Fourth Prince, or me?"

She was neither 'Abba' nor 'mother'. Those were the choices of two countries and two worlds, giving them to a child. How cruel. She stared at her son, forcefully calming herself down. Even if it was a child