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... Xiyue’s black hair was disheveled, her forehead nestled in Lu Changsheng’s arms, whispering sweet nothings.
Lu Changsheng held her tenderly, his palm lightly lifting to take out a memory stone from his storage bag.
It contained recordings of their daughter Lu Wangshu’s everyday life.
Knowing Xiao Xiyue would miss their daughter, he had prepared for this in advance.
Xiao Xiyue watched the small moments of her daughter in the memory stone, who could already call out ...
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