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... rward and walked over.
Mr. Jing bent down to look at her, staring at her as if she were some rare treasure he had never seen before. As Mianmian approached, the old man, whose nose and eyes were already red from a slight cold, trembled as he reached out to touch Mianmian’s little face.
He was checking if she was real.
The sensation under his hand was Mianmian’s soft and warm little face, chubby and tender.
Mr. Jing couldn’t believe it, placing both hands by her ea ...
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