Mother Shen, however, seemed not to hear a word, as if Gu Qing did not exist at all.
Her hollow, vacant eyes remained fixed on the pillow in her arms as she muttered incessantly, "Sleep now, sleep now, my precious Nannan... my precious Nannan."
Her voice held a distinct, muddled quality, yet it was filled with such profound doting that one would think the object in her arms was the most precious treasure in the world, her entire universe.
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