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An'an had still felt a little uncomfortable during the last full month. She was now nearing the age of being able to speak and had developed a certain degree of rational thinking. The strange hallucinations that had appeared when the poison acted up had seriously affected her learning abilities. Before she was six months old, she would still cry out occasionally, but the older she got, the more she became cold and indifferent.

The joy on Bai Qingqing's face turned fainter after seeing her daughter like this. She raised An'an to her face, nudging their noses together, and mumbled, "Mommy's good baby."

Winston jumped down from midair before the eagle beastman landed. He looked at the intimate scene between the mother and daughter, his gaze turning increasingly gentle, and his cold expression also turned soft as water.