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There are always certain things or events in the world that are born miracles after countless unimaginable collisions, and Shawen always believed this to be true.
"Daddy, why don't you ever eat anything?" Shawen asked curiously, looking at her father. She remembered that her father had been taking her around for several weeks now, but she had never seen him eat or drink anything.
"It's because Daddy eats when Shawen is asleep," the man said with a smile, looking at his daughter.
Shawen nodded, half understanding. Under her father's care over this time, she had grown a lot. She learned to distinguish between poisonous and non-poisonous plants, how to make traps, and even a bit of marksmanship.
"Daddy! Look, isn't this pretty?" Shawen fetched a sunflower from a small cabinet, its bright colors appeared so beautiful.
