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Then something else occurred to Mo Feng, and he gave a contemptuous laugh. "He has feelings for his Master that go beyond anything normal. Yet he's too stubborn to admit it. What a joke."

Mo Feng was already ruined. Ran Zirou had no interest in him and turned to leave without a shred of mercy.

Every one of her men was useless now.

In her previous life, after she had cultivated the Dual Cultivation Method, countless men had fought to become her bedmates.

Why did she now have to settle for Mo Feng?

And even Mo Feng had been crippled by Xu Bai.

Who else could she choose?

A wickedly handsome, arrogant face sprang into her mind.

Si Le.

In her previous life, she had stumbled upon a Hairpin. Her blood had splashed onto it, awakening Si Le's soul hidden inside.

She remembered what the Hairpin looked like, but not quite how she had obtained it.

That was it!

She had jumped off a cliff!

She would start everything over again.

Si Le might have been strange and bad-tempered, but he had treated her better than anyone. He was only an innocent young man with an awkward temper.

After draining her last cup of wine, Ran Zirou rose and headed out.

Her steps were unsteady and her expression dazed, as though she had suffered a terrible shock.

Seeing her condition, Mo Feng frowned. "You still haven't told me what's wrong with my body. Can it be treated?"

Without looking back, Ran Zirou said, "Treating your condition would require the finest Spirit Medicine. Back when we were in the Sect, there might have been a fifty-percent chance. Now, it can't be cured."

Mo Feng's face twisted at her words.

A vicious cast crept across his handsome features.

"Ran Zirou, I know