"It turns out you're back! Rei!"
She spoke clearly, and he listened carefully. Just one word made his heart freeze. She knew that he was not him, but it was just because of the same face!
The woman's clothes were messy and she looked like a shrew. She held her five-year-old son tightly in her arms. She pulled out a dagger with her backhand and slashed her own throat. Blood splattered all over Feng Qingwu.
"Use my son's life to cast a curse, use my blood to cast a curse, and curse it for thousands of generations. The women of the Feng family will never meet a good man in their lives, and they will be treated coldly. Those who do meet a good match will die miserably!"
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