"Yifan, you're finally okay!"
When Dong Jiufeng opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was Lin Yifan's handsome face.
She immediately reached out excitedly, trying to touch him.
But the pain in her palms made her frown involuntarily.
"How could you be so silly? Taking everything at face value. If the fox's cave was truly that miraculous, wouldn't it mean we wouldn't have to farm at all? We could just burn incense every day."
Lin Yifan tore his clothes tenderly and wrapped her bloody little hands.
"But I really don't know what to do... Xizhu said he wanted to take the fall for you... But I can't bear it... I really can't let him take the blame for you... I'd rather exchange my own life if necessary!"
Jiufeng hugged Lin Yifan's waist and began to wail.
The words Xizhu said last night were torment to her.
After all, he's technically her husband, even without love; she can't accept such a reality.
