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The whole process of feeding the congee was very ambiguous. Aunt Bing stared at me, and I … He had to keep an eye on her. Since Aunt Bing was so focused on me, the congee dripped to the corner of her mouth. I had to wipe it gently with a tissue, but when I did, she looked at me with a different kind of look. It was gentle, touching, and a little complicated. I couldn't help stroking her hair