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“Haha, if I can’t blame anyone else, can’t I blame you? Rong Yan, you’re nothing but a dove occupying a magpie’s nest, shamelessly taking over my identity. I was displaced for ten years before I could return. Throughout those years, you enjoyed everything that should have been mine, calling my biological mother ‘mom.’ And me?” She pounded on her chest, eyes rimmed with red, “From the moment I was born, I didn’t have a mother, wandering through filthy, low-rent housing. The other kids lov ...

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