"Wife! I'm innocent, this is a dream! A dream! If you were here, these are definitely the things I'd say to you!" I hurriedly explained.
But instead of being happy, my wife snapped angrily, "Hmph. You say that because Yun Bingxin is here. If I were here, you'd say the same things to me, wouldn't you? If someone else were here, you'd sweet-talk them the exact same way too, wouldn't you?"
"Listen, wife, this melodramatic nonsense isn't even as good as a Korean drama. How could I possibly say something like that, considering my nature? It's obviously a confession Yun Bingxin, who has so little experience with romantic relationships, came up with, right?!" I immediately felt utterly ashamed, and I also felt a wave of grievance at my wife's inexplicable anger. When this woman got angry, she really had no reason at all.
"She has little experience with relationships, so you're experienced? Go on, tell me—who exactly have you been nice to behind my back?" My wife glared at me angrily, refusing to let the matter go.
"Yun Bingxin! I said I'd come, and I did. I'm just here to tell you one thing. Stop staying in this beautiful dream! Wake up, hurry! Everyone is still waiting for you in the Great War of the Nine Provinces!" I felt there was no way to reason with Big Sister Wife, so I shouted at once, shattering the romantic scene between Yun Bingxin and the heavenly me.
Actually, dream matters were difficult to explain. They looked very real, but in truth, they were merely the dreamer's own imagination brought to life. They absolutely couldn't be taken seriously.
When she heard me call out to Yun Bingxin, my wife huffed and slipped back into my soul body. Yet this scene left me at