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On the rug, a little boy about two and a half years old sat quietly, building a block house. After placing a few blocks, he would glance at Lin Wan.,Lin Wan softly said, "But the baby was holding onto me, and those terrified eyes made my heart ache. I couldn't bear to leave the child at the police station...",The child did not react to this, only continuing to build with their blocks, occasionally glancing at Lin Wan's direction, as if she were a confirmed presence.。