Yan Qingshui learned firsthand that there's no such thing as love like a moth to a flame. People are just forced into it! After transmigrating, she became a blade hidden at his side. He already knew she was a spy, but wanted to watch her put on an act. What he didn't expect was that, as the act went on, he couldn't bear to let it end. “Yan Qingshui, you're the first woman I've ever met who can express love so completely. Meeting you is truly my good fortune.” Yan Qingshui smiled brightly on the outside, cursing him in her heart. The dark System in her mind started stirring up trouble again: “What a touching scene! Hurry up and say you feel the same, or I'll zap you to bits!” Yan Qingshui's eyes filled with tears as she looked utterly wronged. “I feel the same...”
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