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... ma of food wafted out.
My mother, Zhou Huixin, was just coming out of the kitchen with a plate of stir-fried vegetables when she saw us holding hands tightly, sticking together like freshly baked honey. She was clearly taken aback for a moment, then raised her carefully trimmed eyebrows in surprise.
"Oh?" she teased, her eyes sweeping back and forth between our tightly clasped hands. "How strange! Did the sun rise in the west? When did you two siblings become so close? Didn’t you ...
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