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The three children caught sight of Qian Yixiu and immediately started shouting, "Mommy," as they ran towards her. The little brothers took care of their sister and didn't dare to run too fast.
Already two and a half years old, the little brothers looked like children of three or four, absolutely beautiful and robust boys.
Sisi was also a year and a half old, so beautiful it was ridiculous, resembling Pan Yue or Prince Consort Pan more than Qian Yixiu, looking even more like Qian Yijing's own little sister. Her hair was a bit curly, not the malnutrition-induced curls of Qian Yixiu's childhood, but natural, bouncy curls. Tied up in two little tufts, they looked like two small chrysanthemum flowers on top of her head. The chrysanthemums, layered upon each other, fluttered in the wind toward Qian Yixiu.