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... indowsill, but seeing the old wooden window frames, she was afraid of the draft hitting the child, so she changed her mind.
Little Siyan had no appetite in the morning and didn’t eat much. Now, as he tasted the fragrant porridge, he cooperated unusually well.
The room was filled with the aroma of the noodles, and he perhaps understood what Xinyan had said earlier; he just occasionally glanced at his uncle’s lunchbox but didn’t ask for any.
Seeing his little look, Xinyan w ...
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