It turns out that grandma has been pretending to be optimistic, but secretly, she is heartbroken. She is the only bloodline of the Qian family.
But, now...
I don’t know what will happen to my grandma and parents...
Life and death are fateful. After she died in this world, her soul returned to the original body, but she still hoped to go back to the past.
"If you don't disappear, do you still want to die? What an idiot!" Feng Canglun reached out his hand and hit her hard on the head.[
"Hey, I'm in pain!"
"You know it hurts? Why don't you know it hurts when that dead butterfly lands on your hand?"
"Why does it hurt when a butterfly stops on your hand? Feng Canglun, you hit me again!"
"I'll hit you!"
"You are my husband and you dare to hit me? I will divorce you!"
Qianxun said with a smile, his dimples were as deep as flowers and wine.
Feng Canglun's eyes widened dangerously, and he gritted his teeth and said, "How dare you? I am your real husband, do you want to die?"
"Who said that a real husband can't divorce?"
"The Queen stipulates it!"
Feng Canglun was almost so angry that she almost jumped up and her eyes almost bulged out.
Qianxun shrank his neck and said, "Feng Canglun, didn't you hate me before? Should you be happy that I divorced you?"
"I am the only one in the world who has rested, and no one in the world has rested me!"
"How arrogant. My princess has a higher position than you in this palace..."
"How did your hand get like this? Is it swollen?"
"fine."
"It's swollen, are you okay?"
"Okay, something happened!"
"How dare you talk back?"
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Chunying hasn't come back yet, and the red spot on Qianxun's left hand is getting bigger and bigger. Originally, her left hand was swollen from being pinched, but now it's hurting more and more, adding insult to injury. She's completely unlucky.
"Does it hurt?" Qianxun frowned and looked at his left hand, which turned completely red as if it was stained with blood.
Her beautiful willow-leaf eyebrows rarely wrinkle.
"Of course it hurts!"
Qianxun glared at him and replied angrily.
"show me……"
Feng Canglun's voice suddenly dropped and became a little soft.
Someone strode in. Feng Canglun turned around unhappily. It was Leng Fengling. He was holding a basin of clear water and walked in front of the two of them. His silver hair was no longer hanging down, but with a strand of water.