As frequent as it was, she would dream of her parents' hideous expressions at night, saying that without her, they wouldn't have died.
So for a while, she became as silent as the original body in the story, not uttering a single word.
But what made her better than the original body was her innate optimism and the three people who loved her, so her wounds healed faster than the original's did.
Thinking this way, it might have been fate that she crossed into this book to continue living as the original body.
"Don't forgive me too quickly," Fu Jinghen added, "Or don't forgive me at all, letting me pursue you continuously is also fine."
Wen Qiao blinked and suddenly laughed, "Don't worry about that, I never planned to forgive you."
Fu Jinghen grunted quietly and hugged her even tighter.
After they settled their emotions and finished eating, it was already 1:30 in the afternoon.
Fu Jinghen did as he said, automatically cleaning up the dishes and the kitchen after the meal.
