Chen Feng glared at Ye Qingqing, his heart stirring up tumultuous waves, immensely shocked.
How could her name be Ye Qingqing?
Could it really be that he had truly lived through his ninth life? Was this the ninth cycle of reincarnation?
"No, no, no, this can't be real."
Chen Feng shook his head violently.
Pfft.
Ye Qingqing couldn't help but laugh, saying, "There are some things, whether you believe them or not, you have to, because they are the truth."
"Don't deceive me." Chen Feng closed his eyes. "It must be because of the strange fragrance from the coffin, causing me to have illusions; yes, it must be an illusion."
"Is that so?"
Ye Qingqing suddenly took a step forward.
The next second, Chen Feng felt something soft pressing against his lips.
"Does it feel real now?"
Ye Qingqing asked softly.
Chen Feng opened his eyes, and his lips seemed to still retain the warmth and scent.
"So, everything is real? I am not having an illusion?"
"No illusion, it's all real."
