Mu Qingxue wrapped her arms tighter around Lin Fan and Mengmeng, pulling them into her embrace.
The milky scent from her daughter's hair, the comforting presence of the man, and the rough texture of the wooden carving in her hand made her greedily drink in this warmth.
Tears dropped one by one onto the wooden carving, blurring the three small figures, yet the Lin Fan and Mengmeng before her eyes remained intensely clear.
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