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A gentle breeze blew in through the window, causing the gauze curtains to sway slightly. Standing before the glass wall, which occupied one-third of the entire wall, one could see a magnificent view stretching out far and wide. However, from outside, no one could see inside.,On the rug, a little boy about two and a half years old sat quietly, building a block house. After placing a few blocks, he would glance at Lin Wan.,The baby hugged Lin Wan's neck, rubbing her face against Lin Wan's with a thin, yellowish face. Her unusually large eyes curved slightly.。