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y straightened her small waist, stubbornly looking at him. Her bright eyes, with a single gleam in the center, were like sharp needles."Let go!" He placed his large hand on her arm, his voice low and...ightened herself even more, becoming even more flustered.This is the tragedy of a single mother, without a husband to rely on, she single-handedly raises her son. Thus, her son becomes her everything...