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My Wife Is A Sword Immortal

Upon opening his eyes, there before him was a bridal chamber adorned with red candles and windows. A bride dressed in a phoenix coronet and robes of rank sat upright on the nuptial bed, her face covered by a red bridal veil. Zhao Rong rubbed his sleepy eyes, "Have I become a groom? Oh, and a junior one at that." Understood. His facial expression brewed for a moment before he twisted his mouth into a smile, "Wait a second..." Huh, something's amiss. The bride is my childhood sweetheart who also harbored a crush on me? Oh, then that's alright. This is very fitting. Zhao Rong stepped forward, happily lifting the red bridal veil, "Hey hey, my lady, where are you running off to?" ------------- In the great era of contention, the tide of the times surged forth, and Confucian Scholar Zhao Rong bravely faced it head-on. Not only did he seek to catch up to the footsteps of his childhood sweetheart turned Sword Immortal Lady, but he also wished to witness firsthand the dispute that engulfed more than half of the Cultivation World, the strife among the various schools of thought... ————— [Slow-burn], [Non-cliché], [Non-level-up], [Romance plot], [Sweet without the angst] This book is also known as "I Have a Fox Fairy Wife", "Rebirth: I Deliver Parcels in the Otherworld", "Zhao Ziyu, The Smirking Scholar" "I Really Don't Want to Be a Kept Man"...

Yang Xiaorong · Eastern
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Chapter 115: Revealing One's Feelings

In the darkness,

Zhao Rong didn't turn his head and fell silent for a moment.

His right hand struggled, but that small hand was still relentlessly winding around it.

Zhao Rong pursed his lips.

He lifted his left hand, which was exposed to the rain, and without explanation, brushed away the small hand that was attempting to cling to him.

Zhao Rong could feel the soft body beside him suddenly stiffen.

He thought for a moment, then shifted his body away from her, no longer touching her, yet his right hand holding the umbrella didn't move, giving up most of the space under the umbrella to her.

"Whoosh whoosh—"

At that moment,

Zhao Rong felt as if the entire world outside the umbrella was drowned out by the sound of the rain, but inside the umbrella it was strangely quiet as if it were a different world.

He felt the atmosphere become a bit awkward for a second.

But before Zhao Rong could think further,

That warm, soft hand covered his again.