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Mai Xiaomai had no choice but to sit on the doorstep with her.
Having nothing to imagine, she looked around and suddenly saw a few words carved on the door frame, "Rong, waiting for you!"
"Mom, look!"
She excitedly pointed to those three words and shouted.
Huang Wanrong, upon seeing them, immediately became very emotional, her voice choked with emotion, "It must be my brother who came here waiting for me, it must be my brother!"
Her fingers trembled as she touched those three words, "I knew it, he wouldn't forget me. I knew he would come back to wait for me. But brother, where are you now?"
She bent her head to look at both sides of the street, hoping to see her beloved coming from there.
Infected by her, Mai Xiaomai also unconsciously followed her gaze to the street, hoping for a miracle to happen.
But after waiting for more than an hour, they only saw some idlers passing by, but not the mysterious masked person they expected.
"Mom, should we keep waiting?"
