At this moment, she doesn't understand why she thought that way back then, and now she feels ashamed whenever she thinks about it.
"Otherwise, I want to give you a surprise."
Wang Feng held Jiang Hanxi's hand, responding to her with a cheerful smile, a hint of smugness in his expression.
However, he felt that something was off about Jiang Hanxi, but he couldn't quite put his finger on what it was.
“My wife, this is a red string I made with my own hair. It contains a wisp of my soul and took me dozens of days to make.”
"If... I ever dare to betray you in the future, then burn this..."
"no!"
Jiang Hanxi knew what he was going to say as soon as she heard it, so she covered his mouth and decisively interrupted him.
"Take it back."
After saying that, Jiang Hanxi tried to pull the rope off her hands, but she did so very carefully.
But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't pry it open. Unless she broke it off directly, or Wang Feng died and his soul was destroyed, it would naturally fall off on its own.
"So you don't want to be my wife, is that it?"
Wang Feng's tone was tinged with disappointment, and he lowered his head involuntarily.
He did indeed make that red rope himself; every word he said was true, and his spirit was real.
If Jiang Hanxi really burned him with spiritual fire, then he would definitely, absolutely, absolutely have a hard time during that period.
"No, no, it's not..."
Jiang Hanxi was taken aback by the question, but quickly retorted after realizing what it meant.
The fingers gripping the red string were somewhat at a loss; letting go was not an option, nor was keeping it.
"Then you'd better keep it safe, okay?"
Wang Feng grabbed her hand, preventing her from touching the red rope again.
"Okay, okay, I promise I'll keep it safe."
Jiang Hanxi blushed and made a promise, word by word, in a clear and melodious voice.
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