Feng Qingxue chuckled and reached out to tap his chin, only to be pricked by his stubble.
"Why would I coax you? If you had had a wife in your previous life, would I be so at ease now? No, I would only feel guilty, feeling like I had stolen someone else's good marriage, and I'd never be able to get over it."
When she first read about Lu Jiang, what saddened her the most was that this hero had died in the torment of illness, causing Lu's father to grieve profoundly. What she was most grateful for was that in this life, she was with him, and Lu Jiang didn't have to live in the post-war sorrow alone as he did in his previous life, nor did he need to bear the moral shackles of stealing someone else's marriage fate.
Even if everything was arranged by the heavens, she would still feel guilty towards the original owner of the body and the person whose identity she had taken over.
