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Disaster Apocalypse: Farming, Family, and My Hidden Secret Space - Chapter 138. Extreme joy begets sorrow
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... my own hands, rough like old tree bark, seem unbearably coarse against the child’s cheek.
A gentle squeeze leaves two clear fingerprints on the child’s face, and the worried old lady Hua calls out soothingly.
With this little commotion between the mother and daughter, the tension from the earlier prank vanished completely.
Old man Hua also relaxed, poured himself a bowl of tea, and drank leisurely; Hua Chengtian smiled too.
But honestly speaking, Jin’er’s sauce f ...
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