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In the Underground Palace, Su Qiao shot up from the Bluestone Slab and finally landed on the roof of the Siheyuan, letting out a long breath.
Whoosh!
It finally worked!
Host, you stink. 444 looked at Su Qiao, who was covered in greasy grime, quickly pinched its nose, and backed away.
"I..."
Su Qiao lowered her head to look at herself and had just been about to use the Dust Removal Art when a figure suddenly shot straight out of the courtyard and pulled her into his arms.
Su Qiao was so startled that she nearly slapped him away. Fortunately, she remembered at the last moment that there was only one other person here besides her.
"Hey, what are you doing, rushing over like that? Are you trying to get yourself killed? Do you know I nearly blasted you away with one slap?"
The man did not care that she was dirty and smelly. He held her tightly, burying his face in the crook of her neck without moving.
"Wife..."
The two soft words seemed to contain endless tenderness and longing.
After a pause, he said two more words: "It's me."
"I know it's you. You've recovered your memories?" Su Qiao glanced at her sleeves, which looked as if they had not been washed in three months, and felt unbearably embarrassed.
"Mm." His voice seemed to reverberate up from his throat, carrying a hint of coyness.
Su Qiao no longer had time to feel embarrassed. She pushed him back a little with some force and stared at him with a similarly gray, grimy face. "You really recovered? All of it?"
The man looked at her face and suddenly smiled. He raised a jade-white finger and gently wiped the dirt from her cheek. "I remembered what happened between us before."