He simply said in one breath, "Didn't Master once say that... what you hate the most is women like Mu Yanli?"
Duan Hengyu narrowed his eyes slightly.
Instantly, an invisible pressure emanated from him.
Shuanglan clenched her fists nervously, biting the corners of her lips, "Master... slave... slave..." [
"It doesn't matter..."
Seeing her frightened look, Duan Hengyu curled his lips slightly.
The invisible force gradually dissipated.
"In your opinion, what is this king doing?"
Shuanglan didn't expect Duan Hengyu to throw this question to her.
She was stunned for a moment, shook her head and said, "Lan'er... I don't know..."
If she could guess it, why would she ask him what he was doing...
Duan Hengyu's fingers gently rubbed her chin, his smile a little hard to understand.
With a bit of deep meaning and a bit of confusion...
Why is this happening...
In fact, even he himself doesn't know...
No matter what, he could no longer simply regard her as the Mu Yanli she used to be.
He had some expectations in his heart...
Guessing, maybe she really is...
If there really is such a thing as traveling from one world to another...
So, what is impossible about resurrection from the dead?
"Perhaps...she will become your real wife..."
Just a simple sentence.
But Shuanglan's eyes widened instantly.[
She had a look of disbelief on her face and was stunned for a long time, but the look of astonishment on her face still did not dissipate.
"The real lady..."
She muttered to herself and repeated this sentence, with a flash of light in her eyes, and looked up at Duan Hengyu, "Didn't the young master say..."
Except for that man, no other woman in the world can touch his heart.
Except for that man, no woman in the world is worthy of being his Duan Hengyu's wife...
She still remembers these words clearly...
Looking at her shocked expression, Duan Hengyu smiled, pushed her out of his arms, stood up, turned his back to her, and said with a smile, "Death... does not necessarily mean that you cannot be resurrected..."