Autumn nodded and said, “Papa helped me to make this wind chime.”As she spoke, Autumn pointed at the wind chime in Silvia’s hand, where a string was tied. “I can’t tie this string at all, so Papa was the one who helped me to do it.” Silvia instantly felt uncomfortable. She was about to get up to hand the wind chime in her bedroom but when her daughter said that Ryan also participated in making the wind chime, she froze in place. It did not feel right to hang it, but it also did not feel right if she did not hang it.But Autumn came over, took her hand, and said cheerfully, “Mama, let’s hang it up together.”Silvia had no choice but to be led by Autumn’s hand to go to her bedroom to hang the wind chime by the window.After hanging it, Autumn asked Silvia to carry her. She then raised her small hand to gently brush against the wind chime. The crisp sound resounded throughout the bedroom. Autumn giggled happily, her laughter was as clear and moving as the wind chime. However, Sil
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