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Although Tong Sanlang felt a bit of heartache for her, he was quite satisfied in his heart.
This was the normal pattern after a man and woman shared a room.
His body was not weak, not at all.
He let Xiaomai eat something, and after she fell asleep again, he dressed and went outside.
As he opened the courtyard door, Dami was standing right there at the entrance.
Dami was eight years old, well-nourished with food and drink every day, his little body plump, his small cheeks flushed with a healthy red, looking just like a fortune doll.
Tong Sanlang immediately smiled, bent down to pick him up, "Dami, did you miss your brother?"
Seeing Tong Sanlang, a broad grin spread across Dami's face. He was waiting here just for Tong Sanlang and Xiaomai; he had heard a few days ago that his brother and sister were coming home, and only now did he get to see them—he'd missed them so much!
