The familiar scent and the warm, solid embrace finally caused Mengmeng’s tightly stretched nerves to snap completely.
With a heart-wrenching, earth-shattering wail, she burst into tears—cries that were piercing and desperate, filled with an indescribable sense of grievance and the terror of a narrow escape.
Her tiny hands clutched fiercely at the fabric across Lin Fan’s chest, as if she wanted to press her entire self into his body just to draw a sense of safety from him.
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