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Just like that, in the far too silent visitor's lounge, the clock on the wall ticked dissonantly, its "ticking" sound seeming to stretch each minute and second unbearably long.
After what felt like an age, Huo Jinnan suddenly reached out to grab Che Huan's hand, holding it tightly in his palm.
Che Huan turned her head to look at him, not knowing what to say, and just smiled at him.
Huo Jinnan's eyes, dark and deep, swept over Che Huan, his thin lips rippling with a faint trace of a smile.
The little guy sat in Che Huan's embrace, feeling sour as he watched the two exchange glances, because he was worried about grandma, he held back from making a sound. He only pursed his lips, put his little hands together, and poked them forcefully, then turned to look at the leader of the group and lightly kicked the leader's tail with his foot.
The leader reacted swiftly, almost instantly jumping to the farthest distance from the little one.
