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Jing Yiren knitted her brows slightly, struggling instinctively, but failed to get free. "What are you doing?" she asked.
Yue Feng extended his slender fingers, softly caressing her petite face.
"If that man has a chance to be reborn, would you marry him?" he asked.
"…" Jing Yiren lightly brushed off his hand.
"What a foolish thing to say. I'm already a married woman. Even if we were to live in the present life, he's long forgotten everything. He's not the same man he once was."
"…" Yue Feng paused in surprise, he's not the same man he once was?
For some reason, upon hearing Jing Yiren speak of this man, Yue Feng felt deeply moved.
Helplessly, he felt a strong desire to hold her in his arms.
Just as he thought of it, Yue Feng acted on it. He pulled Jing Yiren on the sick bed and held her close.
"…" Jing Yiren was taken aback, pushing away his advances.
