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... of her nominal husband. Her gaze softened, but her heart felt bitter.
She pointed at the small wooden container that Little Yu had stuffed into her arms. The container was covered with animal skin. Based on how heavy it was, she guessed there were many things inside. She asked the child, “What’s in here?”
“It’s soup that Grandpa made.” Mo Yu smiled and his eyes brightened. The gloomy air around him dispersed, revealing the liveli ...
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