In truth, the appearance of Zhao Changhe’s face among Piaomiao’s illusions should not have meant anything significant. After all, Zhao Changhe’s own illusions had included plenty of other men; family and friends could weaken one’s resolve just as well as their romantic partners.0

If one were to give it a bit more thought, it became even less remarkable. Originally, their relationship had begun as antagonistic, even bearing the question of whether he should kill Piaomiao to save his wife. Yet, Zhao Changhe had always viewed Piaomiao as a good person, which was exactly why he had hesitated from the start. There was no need for an illusion to prove something already demonstrated in reality. And if this had already been proven, why dwell upon it further?0

But the real issue now was Piaomiao’s illusions showing Zhao Changhe and… nobody else apart from her own reincarnation. Whatever happened to her bold claim of there being no one who could weaken her resolve? Across two entire eras and countless faces she’d seen, the only two who could shake her were Cui Yuanyang and Zhao Changhe. Perhaps she had not exaggerated much, yet this very exclusivity only made those two faces even more glaringly obvious.0

Softening her stance toward Cui Yuanyang was understandable. After all, she was literally Piaomiao’s reincarnation. But Zhao Changhe? Was it purely because he was her reincarnation’s husband?0

And on Zhao Changhe’s side, the Piaomiao illusions appeared unclothed…0

Actually, the reason for this was embarrassingly simple: he had hardly ever seen Piaomiao with clothes on. Their interactions had been minimal, so naturally, the naked scene had made a much deeper impression. Yet, regardless of the reason, a situation that should not have been anything special suddenly felt charged with mutual,...0