However, this unfamiliarity still made her feel some inexplicable hesitation, so much so that she no longer took the initiative and was like a puppet being carried along, rising and falling on this turbulent Vast Sea, sometimes diving to the seabed, and sometimes soaring into the clouds.
When everything calmed down, Han Weizi lay in her husband's arms as usual, but her eyes still cautiously scrutinized him, with a growing doubt in her heart, yet she repeatedly persuaded herself that "this is him."
But for some reason, another thought simultaneously rushed into her mind; it shouldn't be there, but she always felt as if she was happily with another man, and so wildly happy—doesn't that feel a bit disloyal to the impression of Li Xuanchan from the past?
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...
Little Wei'Er can always bring joy to people.
This joy plunged Song Yan into oblivion and made the wooden hut by the Long Bridge as warm as spring.
Ten days later...
