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Su Jingya stroked his little head, then turned and carried him up from the swing. She sat on the swing then let her son sit on her lap.

Huangfu Yinian was like an octopus, clinging onto Su Jingya's body.

His little arm hugged Su Jingya's neck tightly, his little head resting on her shoulder. He would sob from time to time.

With one hand, Su Jingya stroked his short but very elegant little hair