With such detailed memories in my mind, there was no doubt that she was her.
So the mysterious book without a title that inexplicably appeared in her modern home was just a channel for her to travel through time.
She did not travel through a book, but traveled back to her past life.
The most crucial question is, who killed her in her previous life?
Suddenly, there was a knock on the bathroom door: "Madam, are you done washing?"
"It's almost there, it's almost there." Yan Funing pressed her wildly beating heart.
It was hard for him to accept that he was the ancient Yan Funing.
Taking a deep breath, she finally understood why she couldn't help but be afraid of him. It was because the fear from her previous life was engraved in every corner of her body.
Fu Ciyi said again: "If you don't come out, then I will go in and wash with you?"
"That's good."
Yan Funing took a few deep breaths.
She is no longer the same person she was in her previous life, and her life trajectory has changed. She not only wants to find the murderer who harmed her in her previous life, but also to find her own happiness.
In his previous life, he had forced her despite her resistance, but now he respected her opinion.
He also said that he liked her, which he never did in his previous life.
It can be seen that he is also different.
Thinking of this, she stood up, wiped off the moisture on her body, and put on a light nightgown.
When Fu Ciyi opened the door, he saw her figure faintly visible under her nightgown, her slim and charming figure.
He walked over quickly, carried the person to the bed, and wrapped him in a brocade quilt.
The kiss fell.
She pushed him: "Hey, you haven't washed yet."
"I'll go wash it now."
Her face finally began to heat up: "Wash your hands."
The man smiled and said, "I know. Wash it more often and use soap."
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