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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 child did not react to this, only continuing to build with their blocks, occasionally glancing at Lin Wan's direction, as if she were a confirmed presence.,Then seeing the terror in those eyes, worse than fear, a choked cry caught in his throat.。