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The next day, before six o'clock, Mai Xiaomai was woken up by Huang Wanrong knocking on her door.
"Mom, what's up?"
Mai Xiaomai, still bleary-eyed from sleep, opened the door and looked at Huang Wanrong standing there with Little Wolfie in her arms, inquiring with concern.
"Baby, I dreamed about your dad last night!"
Huang Wanrong said to her with a face full of delight, her eyes dreamy, her tone like a sleep-talker, "He's still as handsome as ever!"
"Mom, you've never seen his real face, how can you be sure he's handsome? He's always covered his face with a scarf, maybe because he's too ugly and doesn't dare show his real face."
Mai Xiaomai said helplessly.
Her mom disturbed her sweet dream so early in the morning, only to tell her she had a dream, really...
"No matter, to me, he's the most handsome, unbeatable, covering his face might be to hide an extraordinary beauty, not ugliness."
Huang Wanrong said stubbornly.
"Alright, whatever you believe."
