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... Xingzhi, soft and drowsy, rubbed his eyes, not knowing where he was. He subconsciously thought it was Su Zhiruan who had come to sleep with him and to sing him a lovely song. He stretched out his little hand and grabbed the fingers of the person in front of him. The child’s voice was particularly tender, his body smelling of milk, “Empress… mommy, hug…”
Noble Mei stopped short, staring blankly at the child before her.
For a moment, she also felt somewhat reluctant to proceed.
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