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... Jiang Chenyue lowered her head, she met a pair of clear black and white eyes staring at her purely and cleanly. In a gentle voice, he said, "Beautiful Grandma, don’t cry. Crying makes you less pretty."
The sourness that Jiang Chenyue had suppressed suddenly surged uncontrollably like a dam breaking. She reached out and took the tissue from the little boy, her eyes already red, but her lips were curling upwards, "Thank you, Duidui~"
Rong Yan also put the lemon water back in front ...
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