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Having acquired the eggs, Xiang Qian raced westward towards the town with the fastest speed he could muster.
The search for the eggs had consumed too much time; he didn't know whether the little boy was already disappointed from the wait.
The world he saw was dreadful, driving him to despair, but it was enough that he despaired; little children shouldn't be disappointed with this world.
Just like that pair of unnamed parents, adults were all finding their unique ways to prolong the beautiful world of their children.
This, in itself, was one of the world's beauties.
Fortunately, when he arrived, the little boy was still there by the window. From afar, he had been staring at him with bright eyes.
Xiang Qian stood downstairs, lifting the two eggs baked by Path Origin on the journey, and said, "Look!"
A smile quickly spread across the little boy's sickly thin face: "Eggs!"
"I'll bring them up to you," Xiang Qian shouted.
"Don't!" the little boy hurriedly objected.
