White Feifei was silent.

Qin Yu stared at her for a long while.

“My Lord, it’s true. If you don’t believe me, you can have a look for yourself.”

White Feifei extended her arm.

Qin Yu thought for a few moments before holding onto it.

Countless images instantly ran through his mind and he experienced everything that happened in the Grandeur and Millet Realm once again.

Or, more accurately, Qin Yu had remembered everything that happened.

“Rourou!”

He gritted his teeth and a bitter smile appeared on his face.

If someone were to tell him that this was not all part of Rourou’s plan, Qin Yu would not have believed a single word.

But why?

Even if it was to borrow Li Ruhua’s fate and to make her become a tool for Qin Yu to ‘accumulate’ cultivation, there was no need to use such a method, right?

Where did Rourou’s love for pranks come from?

However, looking at it from this perspective, it made sense to say that Li Ruhua was his wife, even if whatever happened between them seemed like a faraway dream to Qin Yu.

White Feifei retracted her hand and coughed lightly, “My Lord, I’m not going to interfere in your personal affairs. Solve it on your own.”

Then, her figure dissipated.

White Feifei could not be bothered with such trivial matters. What if both of them reconciled with each other? After all, when it came to relationships between men and women, it was always hard to predict. Even if their relationship seemed cold and distant now, it may transform into a fiery one at any moment. It would be best if she stayed away from this.

Whoosh –

Opposite Qin Yu, Li Ruhua opened her eyes and glared at Qin Yu coldly.

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