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... in an ice cellar, unspeakably cold.
The snow-colored figure in memory, light and windy, gentle as water,
He will bend his lips and tap her forehead gently,
When her ankle hurts, he will hug her, bow his head and give her a massage,
He likes to do everything by himself, and rarely uses divine power,
He will not get angry no matter how noisy she is, he will just look at her quietly and smile,
Such a beautiful son, in his heart would be—
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