Wang Lianhua flicked the handle of the orange lamp. "Your mother and I both like to eat these little kumquats, especially your mother. When she was little, she wouldn't talk to others about anything she was worried about, so she would just light a small lamp like this..."
"It was the same when I was a kid."
"……."
"……."
The kumquat light went out, and there was no one left to ask or answer Ah Fei's questions.
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