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... erced through the restaurant.
The soup bowl in her hands suddenly tipped forward.
The scalding chicken soup, dotted with oil, splashed straight toward Gu Ning in Lin Wan Yi’s arms.
At that moment, time seemed to freeze.
Lin Wan Yi’s pupils contracted abruptly.
She instinctively shielded the child with her body, leaning backward.
But her movement was still too slow.
The bowl of soup was about to splash onto the infant’s tender face.
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