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... has not been heard.
It’s all about imagination.
"Hello you painted"
Miyau stared at the picture on the photo.
She painted honey and Xiaokui too much, unlike brothers and sisters, it was like a sister.
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When Xiaonian silently lowered her eyes, every photo she took for Xiaokui would draw a picture next to her and paint her son's existence.
Occasionally, the photo was taken far away and I felt that her twins had never been separated.
"You pa ...
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