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In a low voice, Zhangsun Wuji said, "Fuyao, I'm not letting go."

In response, she sighed a long and dejected sigh—what else could she say? How could she convince him? Just as he could never convince her, she had no way of being a hypocrite to try to convince him either.

Yet, Zhangsun Wuji suddenly began laughing and said, "I believe that my sincerity can be felt by the heavens and the earth, and I believe that even though all beings on earth have a destiny above one's will, there will eventually be a way to break it."

He gently held onto Meng Fuyao, saying, "You should sleep, you've had a tiring day. Some things, when you think too much, will hurt others. On the other hand, it would be better if you forget about it." Not waiting for Meng Fuyao's retort, he lifted a finger and habitually tapped her vital sleep points.