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... nshen’s phone screen: it was two in the morning.
The last time Qin Yinyin had gone missing, Mrs. Bo found her at this same hour, with the image of Qin Yinyin crouched in the alley near the kindergarten, crying silently, haunting Qin Yan’s mind.
Qin Yan’s breath felt as if it were caught in her throat, her eyes bloodshot, her body began to tremble violently.
She didn’t know in which corner Yinyin was now crying, her body was rigid as stone while Yinyin’s hoarse, choked voi ...
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