Whatever I yearned for and whatever I wanted, my wife always gave me more when she remained silent—or perhaps unintentionally. When I was little, she gave me a sense of security. When I grew up, she extended my life. Now, she was protecting me from harm.
She was like both a wife and an elder sister, always taking excellent care of me.
Yet I was still that same child, daring to say that I would shatter my body into pieces for her without regret. But she had never said such things, nor made any vows or resolutions to me. Without offering much explanation, she silently did everything I could not do—and always did it well.
The dream had just faded, yet its echoes lingered on.
I did not know what my wife-sister lacked, because she had never asked anything of me. All I knew was to demand that she give me more. Whenever danger came, she was always the first person I thought of, and I would shout, asking where she was. Whenever she appeared, my blood would surge with excitement. Little did I know that behind the scenes, she was always bearing everything in silence...;...;
Could it be that the next time I ran headfirst into a wall and bled from the head, I would call her name again and make her appear to clean up the mess for me?
The dried blood on my fingertips left me silent. I had to find a way to release my wife-sister from the Soul Urn, rather than wait and hope.
"What's going on with the Zhang Family?"
There was a missed call from Zhang Xiaofei, but I had deliberately not called back. I wanted to ask Jiang Han what had happened.
Ghost General Jiang Han immediately brought over the tea he