Yang Ling's heart rose and fell like she was riding a roller coaster, plunging and soaring to the extreme!
She stared intently at Ding Ling, her pretty face flushed and her almond eyes hazy with a trace of moisture. Just now, her world had nearly split apart, but Ding Xiaoyu's questions had given rise to other thoughts in her heart.
She secretly mused:
That's true. Brother Ding is different from me. He comes from another world, and every world has different customs and traditions. In some worlds, having one husband and multiple wives seems perfectly normal? I should learn to understand and accept it.
She consoled herself.
But she still couldn't help feeling somewhat miserable.
After all, the concept of monogamy had been ingrained in her through more than a thousand cycles of reincarnation. It had practically penetrated her soul. Asking her to accept and tolerate this in such a short time was simply too difficult!
It was precisely because she admired Ding Ling so deeply, and because the many things that had happened during this period had impacted her worldview so strongly, that she was dazed and her capacity for tolerance had unconsciously increased by a great deal.
In the past—or rather, if she hadn't realized that Ding Ling came from another world and hadn't experienced crossing into the Inner World—Yang Ling's acceptance of the concept of polygamy would certainly have been at absolute zero.
But the frost in her heart had already thawed without her realizing it.
She didn't want to miss Ding Ling.
Yang Ling dared to love and hate. Deep down, she possessed a ruthless determination toward herself. If she had been an ordinary person who had gone through more than a thousand cycles of reincarnation and had repeatedly been tortured to death by the Research