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... moment onwards. Will you be my husband? From now on, you no longer have to listen to my orders. I will do whatever you ask me to do and be a good wife, alright?”

Long Xiaoyao stared at Ye Xishui and said, “All this while, I thought that you were the person to whom I owed the greatest apology. Now, I finally realize that Mu En is the one whom we need to apologize to. He must have suffered a lot more pain than we went through. Even though he has died, he still did not know what actually h ...

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