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The little hand was still clutching Lin Wan's and refusing to let go.,He Minmin's heart skipped a beat, she felt a chill run down her spine. She would rather have Lin Wan be selfish than what she was now.,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.。