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... rolled down her cheeks once again.
She picked up the onesie and clutched it against her chest, and all she could feel was excruciating heartbreak.
Su Qianxun retrieved a needle as well as some thread and started to embroider two small white flower bouquets on the collars of the onesie. In her mind, she kept talking to the baby. ‘This is mummy’s favourite flower. Mommy can no longer accompany you, so I’ll let these beautiful flowers accompany you.’
After Su Qianxun was done, she ...
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