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A gentle breeze blew in through the window, causing the gauze curtains to sway slightly. Standing before the glass wall, which occupied one-third of the entire wall, one could see a magnificent view stretching out far and wide. However, from outside, no one could see inside.,Lin Wan didn't get angry either. From the moment she picked up the baby, she hadn't heard the baby speak.,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.。