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The child, An An, was quiet and didn't speak. But her big eyes clearly showed her joy, and she became even more focused on building her block house.,Without saying two words to each other, the child toddled over to Lin Wan and ran up to her, hugging her tightly.,But when changing the child's clothes, Lin Wan saw bruises of blue and purple on his skin, clear signs of abuse. Lin Wan thought, even if it was just a possibility, she had to take the child out. Perhaps one action could change the child's tragic fate.。