The scene came to an abrupt halt.
What came into view was the old bed of the Wei Family.
Yu Tingwan's breath hitched slightly, a clear shock flashing in her eyes.
What she just saw was her past life.
Yet in her past life, her husband didn't return to Linxi Village? What happened in between? Why did he seem like old acquaintances with the new County Magistrate?
Yu Tingwan pressed her lips together, but the information she had was too scant, just scattered fragments, leaving her unable to find a reasonable answer.
Wei Zhao woke up again in the night.
He was weak, his sleep light, and he was alert. In dreams, he always felt like a pair of eyes were watching him.
Upon looking, oh, it was Yu Tingwan.
The girl was preoccupied, her eyes harboring confusion and words unspoken.
However, Wei Zhao didn't want to inquire.
He turned with difficulty, his back to her.
The next moment, he was flipped back by the girl again.
"..."
