In the evening, Quinn made Grace her favorite West Lake vinegar fish.
Grace helped her aside.
Quinn lost his previous ease, and there was always a kind of grief that could not be cultivated between the eyebrows.
When doing things, it seems a bit listless.
Grace reached out and stroked Quinn’s eyebrows, gently comforting: “Mom, it’s okay. You believe me, I will always stay by your side.”
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