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"If there is one, how strong must the man be to deserve her?"

"If there isn't, then that's impressive, to have lived so many years and still be a complete paragon, she really can endure loneliness..."

Lin Zichen was transmitting Qi-Blood to Qi Qingmo while his mind wandered to these thoughts.

...

Time passed, second by second.

Before long,

Shen Qinghan, who had been sleeping in the room, came out.

Rubbing her eyes sleepily, dressed in a thin sundress, she walked weakly toward the living room, looking like she hadn't woken up fully.

But very soon, she became completely alert.

Her eyes, clear as pools, suddenly widened when she saw both of Lin Zichen's hands inside Qi Qingmo's Taoist robe, feeling a sour sensation ripple through her heart.

However, it wasn't that strong, just a tiny bit of jealousy.

"Awake?"

Noticing Shen Qinghan emerge from the room, Lin Zichen smiled lightly and spoke to her.