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Three years later, Su Mo and Yang Yuhan finally met. But what caught Yang Yuhan's attention was the little girl who looked like a doll that Su Mo was holding. The joy of finding his lover who had been looking for many years fell from the sky in an instant. Standing there in a daze, I had rehearsed the scene of meeting again countless times in my mind, how to express my inner thoughts to the woman in front of me who I loved so much, but at this moment, I could only stare wide-eyed and say "you, you, you" for a long time, and I didn't know how to express it. The doll pulled Su Mo's hand: "Mom, is this dad? Is he sick? Why is he so stupid?" Su Mo smiled and knelt down. While arranging her daughter's bangs that were blown by the wind, she looked at the petrified man and said, "Dad is not stupid, but he was so happy that he forgot how to breathe." At this time, after hearing the conversation between the mother and daughter in front of him, Yang Yuhan's eyes widened again: "You, you, you, mine?"

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