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... Ye's room, rubbing a photo belonging to Wang Ye in her hand.
It was left by Wang Ye when he was the cutest when he was a child. It was always placed on Wang Ye's bedside table, and now she picked it up and held it in her arms.
As the setting sun slanted, a ray of yellowed sunlight hit her body, and the shadow printed on the wall made this mother appear so weak.
"Okay, why don't you always run to your son's room when you have nothing to do?"
Let's go, it's f ...
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