Xiao Changxuan kicked open the heavy doors of the Cold Palace with one kick. Sitting cross-legged in the center of the hall, Xie Zhiwei, dressed in a pure white robe, raised his head and smiled when he saw the arrival. "Ten years," he said, "it's finally come.",If there is an afterlife, I will repay him tenfold, a hundredfold, so that he will never be reborn.,This man, her husband, once swore in her ear again and again, saying that a talkative husband is like this, deeply ingrained in her heart, unforgettable for eternity.。