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... > Chen Xiaohu held the book tightly in his arms.
That colorful cloth book was his crown today.
Zheng Xiulan’s hand was suspended in mid-air.
Her face, which had been serious all her life, showed no expression.
"Give it to me."
Her voice was just like when she gave lectures in kindergarten, devoid of any warmth.
Chen Xiaohu’s body trembled slightly.
But he didn’t loosen his grip.
The book in his arms was held even tighter.
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