Li Mu wondered what it was like to be mistaken for her husband and held in someone's arms.

His mind was completely blank at that moment.

Without realizing it, I reached out and touched my face to make sure I wasn't wearing a mask.

Just as he was about to speak to prove his innocence, he was silenced by a clumsy little mouth.

Her small tongue pressed against his teeth, which elicited a response from him.

He originally intended to use his big tongue to push his little tongue out, and then make a final resistance.

A delicate, virginal fragrance wafted into my nostrils.

In that instant, he lost his way.

At this moment, Yue Ling thought she was dead.

She felt that Mo Lang's body overlapped with that of the young man, and the man's aura drove her mad.

She did not become a real woman while she was alive.

After her death, she lost all restraint.

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After a series of requests, Yue Ling touched a firm spot.

She was suddenly struck by a realization.

She knew she was not dead.

The man she was holding was not Mo Lang.

Her lover's personality changed drastically after they consummated their marriage.

He establishes his male dignity by ruthlessly beating and scolding her.

Until one time, when she was almost beaten to death, she kicked him away in the process of fighting back.

After that day, his Mo Lang left, saying he was going to pursue the path of martial arts.

Her in-laws cried themselves blind, but they treated her badly, calling her a jinx.

She accepted her fate passively until she saw her parents-in-law off.

When she was the only one left in the Mo family, the family was no longer a family, and she lost her purpose in life.

She was originally going to the city to work for someone and earn money to pay off her debts, but she unexpectedly ran into Gao Le and was even asked to settle old scores with him.

He bumped into someone on the street; this person looked a lot like Mo Lang.

She wasn't really sure if this person was Mo Lang until Gao Le called out Mo Lang's name.

Mo Lang was a quiet person to begin with, and he was no exception.

At that moment, she was happy. She wanted to live a good life with Mo Lang, even if she was beaten and scolded.

When the man removed his mask, her faith crumbled, and she lost the will to live.

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It originates from emotion, but is restrained by propriety.

When Yue Ling grasped Li Mu's lifeline, he also regained his senses.

He kept reciting the calming mantra, and finally managed to steady his mind.

Perhaps Lin Hongluan gave him too much of a shock, causing him to fall into a trap of tenderness.

Perhaps it was Yue Ling's simplicity and unwavering conviction that comforted him and allowed him to empathize with her.

Perhaps neither is true; it's that his true nature needs to be indulged.

He couldn't possibly have any feelings for this woman he'd only known for a day, except pity.

She just felt that her presence had disturbed her peace of mind.

He knew that the woman holding him had also noticed something was wrong; her frail body was trembling.

His shoulder blades were already a little damp.

In this situation, he didn't know how to comfort a woman who was so fixated on her beliefs.

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Yue Ling did not let go of the man's arms.

She felt ashamed of her behavior.

She wept silently for her infidelity.

She had a hard life since childhood, so hard that she no longer felt the hardship.

She lived for others, for Mo Lang who beat and scolded her, and for her in-laws who cursed her.

Mo Lang disappeared without a trace, and her parents-in-law also died, leaving her without a sense of purpose in life.

He had planned to earn enough money to pay off his debts, then move to a place where no one knew her, or die.

However, life played another trick on her.

Holding this strange man, she now felt a little regretful.

She shouldn't stop; she wants to be a real woman, and even more so, a mother.

If she had a child, she might still have the courage to live on.

At this point, she no longer had the courage to do those shameful things.

However, she didn't want to let go, and she enjoyed this moment of tenderness.

She knew that the man would leave as soon as she let go of his hand.

And she reverted to being herself, a widow who wasn't really a widow but was still living in a family.

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“You are not Mo Lang! I sensed years ago that he was no longer in this world.”

In the silence, it was Yue Ling who finally spoke first.

She was still holding the man, her tone very calm.

She didn't understand the principle that the tighter you hold onto sand, the easier it is to lose it.

But she was also simple and honest; she knew this man was not her husband and would eventually leave.

"Yue Ling, my name is Li Mu, no..."

"I know, may I call you husband?"

Yue Ling interrupted Li Mu, for she had always longed for a man who could provide for her.

Li Mu felt a sense of refusal, but couldn't bring himself to say it.

In such an ambiguous situation, he chose silence over acquiescence.

"My husband!"

In the darkness, Yue Ling looked up at Li Mu and called out affectionately.

"Hey!"

Li Mu ultimately softened and responded.

This woman is simple yet stubborn; she has already died once because she lost her faith.

Perhaps rebuilding a husband in her heart can rekindle her hope for life.

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Upon hearing Li Mu's response, Yue Ling burst into tears again, but she held Li Mu's hand even tighter.

She began to tell him about the trivial things in her life over the years.

Li Mu became a loyal listener at this moment.

To summarize Yue Ling's words, it means that working and serving one's in-laws makes life difficult.

When Yue Ling slowed down her speech and had nothing more to say, Li Mu slowly told her about his trip.

"Yueling, I'm not from here. I'm here to find someone."

Those two people are in the Tianxuan Sect; I must go there to find them.

There may be great risks involved, but these two injured someone very important to me.

I must avenge this; I hope we'll meet again someday.

Li Mu didn't tell Yue Ling about Lin Hongluan. Not talking about another woman in front of one woman is also a sign of respect.

Yue Ling lives in the outer realms of Shenzhou and knows nothing about martial arts cultivation, but she is familiar with the Tianxuan Sect.

Sect martial artists are often aloof and superior; she has even witnessed martial artists kill people.

Her Mo Lang was also pursuing the path of martial arts, so it's possible he might have been killed.

After hearing what Li Mu said, he felt a sense of fear and tension.

"Husband, the Heavenly Profound Sect is too dangerous. Can't you not go?"

Seeing Yue Ling's nervousness, Li Mu pretended to be relaxed and said:

"Yue Ling, it's really nothing. I'm going to take revenge, not to die."

If things are beyond our control, I will retreat cautiously.

What I cultivate is different from theirs, and it's far more powerful than anything they've ever done.

If you don't believe me, you can try practicing the technique I taught you.

Knowing she couldn't persuade Li Mu, Yue Ling let go of his arms and got out of bed.

"Husband, sleep a little longer. I'll go make you breakfast. You'll have something to eat soon."

As Li Mu watched Yue Ling go to the kitchen, the image of Lin Hongluan and that bowl of hand-pulled noodles suddenly flashed through his mind.

The faces of Yue Ling and Lin Hongluan kept changing in his mind.

One was a lover from two lifetimes, whom she lost in both.

One of them was a woman he had only known for a day, yet she treated him as her husband.

This gave rise to a sense of absurdity in his mind.