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In three years, she had never held the child, nor could she call him.

Yun Jinxiu thought back to his birth. His wrinkled little face, tender pink ears and tail, bald and not a single strand of hair on his body. His eyes were also tightly shut, and only his small mouth was slightly open, not cute in the slightest.

But the moment Yun Jinxiu saw him, she couldn't help but cry