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... erful voices occasionally rang out in the winter mansion's living room.
Amid this world where the floor-to-ceiling window served as a gray-white screen, their spirited and lively voices sounded exceptionally vivid.
For a long while.
Isatia finally let go of Hyperion's arms.
"Whose daughter is she, so beautiful?"
Isatia choked up as she gently stroked her daughter's cheek, unable to suppress her emotions.
"Yours."
Hyperion broke into laughte ...
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