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"But after all these years, Xiaoyu's illness has never been cured, and even the doctors at the provincial children's hospital said whether Xiaoyu could live past twenty was still an unknown..." Gu Yu's mother's face suddenly turned gloomy, "You say, isn't this the same as what the fortune teller said?"
"It's just a coincidence, don't overthink it," Gu Yu's father patted her shoulder, whispering words of comfort.
However, on the other hand, Tang Yuran at her own home looked worried and gloomy, not even interested in her usual favorite strawberry cake.
Tang Nan, holding a large piece of chocolate cake, sat on the ground beside Tang Yuran, munching with his mouth wide open, and looked at his sister, "Sister, you seem unhappy."
"Ah..." Tang Yuran sighed deeply, propping up her chin with her little hands and watching her brother with his face covered in chocolate, she spoke in a faint voice, "I guess I'm okay."
