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Mai Xiaomai was sweating, truly unable to understand what she meant.
A mysterious person, a mysterious face, what kind of game is this?
"And what happened?"
Mai Xiaomai continued to ask, "Do you not even know his name?"
Huang Wanrong shook her head, "I only called him brother."
"Pfft—"
Mai Xiaomai couldn't help but burst into laughter.
It seems that her mother's love back then was indeed a young girl's heart, playing a mysterious romance.
"Baby, don't laugh, I know he loved me, and I loved him too. He suddenly left me, there must have been an urgent reason, or perhaps he died. He swore to me that as long as he was alive, he would spare no cost to return to me."
Huang Wanrong's voice was somewhat ethereal, her gaze determined.
Mai Xiaomai couldn't bear to shatter her love fantasy, so she helplessly asked, "Mom, do you have any photos of him or anything? I want to know what he looks like."
Huang Wanrong shook her head, then smiled somewhat shyly, "But, I can draw him."
