As soon as the words left her mouth, Lan Qianrong's pretty face turned so hot she couldn't bear to look at Xu Qianli.
She knew very well that calling him "husband" meant there would be no turning back, and she was destined to follow him for the rest of her life.
It was all because this man was too dominant and she simply couldn't resist him, so she let him have his way.
Dear deceased husband, I'm sorry, I have been faithful to you for ten years, enduring lonely and unbearable days. Now, I am choosing a different path.
In a daze, Lan Qianrong realized something was off; she had always remembered her deceased husband's face clearly, but now she couldn't recall it—it was all too blurry.
Struggling to remember, it was Xu Qianli's face that surfaced in her mind.
Seeing Xu Qianli so close, Lan Qianrong suddenly took the initiative, pushed him forcefully onto the chest, making him fall onto the bed.
