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"They're still listening, you know," Anna whispered, her eyes sparkling with amusement.
Before Mo Xing could respond, Ying Ying popped her head up from her Legos, her wide eyes full of curiosity. She scampered over to Anna, climbing into her lap with all the grace and confidence of a child who knew she was deeply loved. "There's nothing to be shy about, Mommy," Ying Ying said earnestly, her small hands resting on Anna's knees as she looked up with a serious expression. "You're so good, and I think you'll be even greater in the future."
Anna's heart melted at her daughter's innocent yet profound words. She wrapped her arms around Ying Ying, pulling her close and pressing a gentle kiss to the top of her head. The sincerity in her daughter's eyes reminded Anna of the purity and unconditional nature of a child's love—simple, honest, and without pretense. It was moments like these that made every decision, every sacrifice, feel worth it.