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His heart clenched and he suddenly hugged her: "Wanqing!"

"Wanqing..." He murmured in pain, holding her tighter and tighter as if she would disappear if he didn't hold her tightly.

Wanqing allowed him to hold her, not knowing how to react.

After who knows how long, Mu Tianying saw someone tugging on his pant leg. Startled, he slowly released Wanqing, looked down, and saw a child who looked shockingly similar to the one he had imagined—shining black eyes, bright red lips, a tender white face, and clutching a cloth doll...

A tremor ran through his heart, his eyes misting over. Slowly, he squatted down and called out excitedly, "Zhanyan..." This must be a dream! A dream! Wanqing was here, and so was Zhanyan.

He reached out to touch Zhanyan, but the child quickly hid behind Wanqing, hugging her legs. Zhanyan slowly peeked out, watching him warily and timidly.

He jolted, realizing that this was not a dream!