Nangong Ye had said he would wait there for her, so she had to go.
She couldn't really understand why she trusted him so much, even though the original owner of the body was Nangong Ye's wife—it had nothing to do with her.
But the desire to see him in her heart was incredibly strong.
The marketplace hadn't been very lively at first, but later it gradually became bustling, with more and more people and an ever-increasing range of goods for sale, from sheepskin to horse milk to wheat and so on.
Yet Nan Feng had set up her stall for several days in a row and still hadn't seen Nangong Ye.
What was going on?
Was it because someone was tailing her, or had her strong attitude that day scared him off?
But she always felt that Nangong Ye wouldn't give up on her, and it was necessary for her to take a gamble.
She'd bet on ten days; if he didn't show up after ten days, she would let it go.
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