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... ed by the beauty of the snowflakes, but also worried about the impending harsh cold.]

[You pay close attention and soon realize that your wife has very conflicted feelings toward your daughter.]

[When there is no one else in the room, or when she thinks you are already asleep, she keeps a half-meter distance from the crib, looking at her daughter with a complex expression. Her hand often rises and falls, wanting to get close to the baby but fearing the baby might bring misfortune ...

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