Netherworld Investigator - Chapter 525: Twenty Years Of Suffering

Lin Wei and Zong Shao had an arranged marriage. They had been separated for four years, so much so that they had two children, but the husband and wife were no closer than ordinary friends.
Lin Wei thought that she and Zong Shao would be a plastic husband and wife for the rest of their lives. It was not until she had a dream on the way with the army that she realized that her husband was Bai Yueguang, who the female protagonist could not ask for in the age text.
And she is the white moonlight of the white moonlight.
In the novel, they are married, and the husband and wife are in love. After her untimely death, he missed her all his life and never married again.
After waking up from the dream, Lin Wei thoughtfully looked at the expressionless man in front of her and thought:
It turns out that he loves me so much, so I should love him a little too.
*First get married and then fall in love, raise a baby on the island, and write short texts in the parents’ room.

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