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bedside lamp, a splash of incongruous white caught Rong Ling's gaze. He squinted and saw the single white rose on the bedside table. In the soft yellow light, it exuded a tender purity that pierced h...-flying aunt!Being the child of a large family, Bingbing cried loudly in the car, heartbroken. But after getting out of the car, she tightly held onto Li Yiping's hand, biting her lip and snifling, tr...