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The complex red brand appeared on the back of the baby's hand.
Lilian murmured to herself, "So it is, she is the reincarnation of the 'Witch of Demise'..."
Looking at his daughter in his wife's arms, Andre took a deep breath, his hands shaking slightly, clearly feeling the distinctiveness of his daughter.
It was a distinctiveness that was innate.
Andre just wished for his daughter's happiness, and it wouldn't matter at all if she wasn't an Extraordinary Exponent, but he had never imagined she would be the reincarnation of the Witch of Demise.
She was fated to live a life that could never be ordinary...
Christine looked at her daughter for a long time, feeling that the small baby in her arms was like a fragile porcelain doll, so frail that it seemed she would shatter the moment she loosened her grip.
Even as someone who had long been regarded as quite cold-hearted in her family, a special emotion welled up from deep within her at that moment.