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Lingfei Zhao slightly tilted her head and gazed into Zhao Rong's gentle eyes. In the darkness, she remained silent, still intently watching his eyes with an inexplicable look.
Zhao Rong understood immediately and coughed lightly, sincerely saying, "I dare not do it again, truly I dare not. My wife, from now on if I ever go more than a thousand zhang away from you, I will report to you..."
Lingfei Zhao examined Zhao Rong's spirited eyes a few more times.
At that moment, they were filled entirely with her.
Lingfei Zhao nodded slightly and stretched out her right hand, bringing it close to Zhao Rong's outstretched palm.
Zhao Rong's heart leaped with joy, but the next second, the hand he had extended to hold hers instead grasped a warm and damp wooden handle.
It was her oil-paper umbrella, still carrying some of her residual warmth.
Lingfei Zhao glanced at him haughtily and huffed, holding her head high as she walked straight ahead.
