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Word after word, sentence after sentence, it seemed as if the little one was about to lose their composure. Their tiny hands, stained crimson, clutched at their mouth, gasping for breath. Each question, however, brought a pang of sorrow to the listener and welled up tears in their eyes.,The sound of her mother's words echoed in his ears.,"Even a tiger doesn't eat its own cubs, is father going to kill me"。