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    Fu Yuan’s upper eyelids drooped slightly, looking sad, “But I want to see her.”

    “Tsk.” Qiu Lu secretly spat. Thinking that he still had Fu Yuan’s red rope of marriage on his body, his disdain and prejudice against Yao Yao increased.

    “She is a heartless woman, what’s there to see? You don’t even know that in just ten years, she has…”

    At this point, he stopped abruptly.

    I wanted to confess the truth to Fu Yuan, but I was afraid that he had just woken up and his fragile little heart couldn’t bear the stimulation.

    However, he really dislikes Yao Yao now, so much so that he especially wants to tell him about her evil deeds.

    “What about her?” Fu Yuan answered his words, “She just took off the red rope between me and her.”

    “Eh?!” Qiu Lu was shocked, “You know?!”

    “Yeah.”

    “Then you still like her? Still want to see her?!”

    “Yes.” He loved her no longer because of the red rope, but purely because of the spiritual bond.

    “I want to see her, very much.”

    No matter what, he wanted to see her again.

    Qiu Lu couldn’t resist Fu Yuan’s stubbornness and helped him find Yao Yao’s current location among the six realms.

    When Fu Yuan came to the human world, hundreds of years had passed and earth-shaking changes had already taken place in the human world.

    The apartment building where he used to live has been razed and turned into a small garden.

    Yao Yao held a comic signing event in a hotel not far from the small garden.

    When he saw her, she had just gotten off the passenger seat of a red car.

    A hundred years have passed, and she doesn’t seem to have changed much. At most, her temperament has matured a little.

    However, that rare bit of mature temperament disappeared without a trace in an instant with her charming laughter.

    Only then did Fu Yuan notice that the person sitting in the driver’s seat was a man.

    That man, wearing a suit and leather shoes, looked like a business elite.

    He got out of the car and accompanied Yao Yao into the hotel.

    The two were very close, but kept a small distance.

    Seeing that they were talking happily, Fu Yuan became invisible and approached curiously to eavesdrop.

    I found that what they talked about was just trivial matters.

    One hundred years later, Yao Yao became a famous girl cartoonist.

    Because the painting style is delicate, the story is interesting, and the pace is fast, coupled with his outstanding appearance and approachability, he has attracted many fans.

    As soon as she entered the hotel, a large number of fans who had been waiting for her screamed wildly.

    Yao Yao smiled sweetly, and when he lowered his head, a strand of hair fell from his cheek.

    She reached out to comb her hair, and when her fingertips touched her hair, a trace of astonishment flashed in her eyes.

    In other people’s eyes, it was her who tucked her hair behind her ears.

    However, only she knew that the lock of hair was tied up by someone else.

    As for the so-called “others” who may exist…

    Fu Yuan’s stunningly beautiful face suddenly flashed through Yao Yao’s mind, and he panicked for no reason.

    The book signing was a success.

    By the time it was over, it was almost evening.

    Yao Yao is packing his things and preparing to leave.

    The man who sent her here in the afternoon came over and asked her to have dinner.

    She was about to agree, but the moment she raised her head, Fu Yuan’s figure suddenly flashed before her eyes.

    In the blink of an eye, he disappeared again.

    Yao Yao stood there in a daze, wondering if he was hallucinating or if he was really back.

    “Yao Yao?” the man called her.

    “Ah?” She came to her senses and responded stammeringly, “Okay, okay, what do you want to eat?”

    The man wanted to say something more, but when he opened his mouth, he was speechless.

    Yao Yao saw that his expression was wrong, so she turned around and saw that Fu Yuan had appeared behind her at some point.

    The thin red lips opened and closed, and she coldly uttered a few words: “I don’t allow it.”

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    PS: Play cute and roll around for beads (*/ω\*)

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