Such a sensible, wonderful child like Xiaoxin—why did he have to have such a disgusting father? And why did a sweet, well-behaved boy like him have to suffer so much?
Her thoughts churning endlessly, Jian An'an did not close her eyes for the entire night, watching Xiaoxin quietly through the dark hours.
When Xiaoxin woke up in the morning, the first thing he saw was Jian An'an looking down at him with tender, loving eyes.
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