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"Youman…" Xia Wan'an stopped in front of Song Youman, called out her name, and then bent over to play with Little Muxi in her arms.
Nestled in her mother's embrace, Little Muxi did not feel shy at all, staring with his big black eyes at whoever spoke to him, occasionally breaking into a grin.
"An'an…" Song Youman lowered her head, staring at Little Muxi in her arms for a while, then called out Xia Wan'an's name.
Although Song Youman didn't say anything, Xia Wan'an could tell through her tone what she wanted to say next. She reached out to pinch Little Muxi's cheek, stood up straight, and met Song Youman's eyes: "Youman, have you made up your mind?"
Compared to her past desolation when Han Zhijin's whereabouts were unknown and his life or death uncertain, Song Youman was now much calmer: "Yes, I've made up my mind..."
