The thought had haunted her since the moment she'd woken in this body, in this life. Did he love the woman she was now, or the ghost of who Tang Fei had been before?
"Which one do you love the most?" The question escaped before she could stop it, impulsive and revealing. "The rebellious me or the submissive me?"
She almost slapped her hand over her mouth the moment the words left her lips. Because the rebellious one, the woman who had fought him, hated him, resisted everything about their marriage, that had been the original Tang Fei. And she, the one who had taken over this body, was the submissive one. The one who wished to fall in love and be loved. The one who craved family and connection and all the things her previous life as an assassin had denied her. The one who, from the moment she had been reborn in this body, had vowed to abandon everything from her past and live a peaceful life with him.
