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... e are destined. As long as you don't back down, no one can Separate me and the son."

   In her previous life, her soul lingered after death, so she could only stay by Zhou Mu's side and could not go anywhere. The moment Zhou Mu died, she was also reborn.

  Although they were not husband and wife in the previous life, she had truly been with him all his life, but he didn't know it.

"You have the incense specially formulated for me by the master on your body. You and I were bo ...

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