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th resembled tearful waves, filled with bewilderment. Her gaze shifted from her face to the small hand tightly gripping the edge of the sofa cushion—Rong Ling narrowed his eyes, slowly sat upright, ta...gnancy. As an unfavored child herself, she didn't have many opportunities for photographs at home. Looking back, there were very few pictures available; basically, she had forgotten what she looked li...