When he returned to the manor, it was already completely dark. Wen Hao paused for a moment in the courtyard, then walked directly into the new house in the backyard.

Unexpectedly, the moment the door was pushed open, Yan Li, dressed in a blood-red wedding robe, floated in the air, her long, glossy black hair cascading over her shoulders, and black blood trickling from the corner of her mouth.

"Wen Hao, give me back my life!"

She floated, stretching out her hands as if to grab Wen Hao's neck like a vengeful ghost, thinking she could scare him when he wasn't paying attention.

He rolled on the ground, begging for mercy.

However, Yan Li seriously underestimated Wen Hao's mental fortitude. It was incredibly strong; even when she was right next to him and went all out, his reaction remained indifferent.

She's a ghost!

Could it be that she misunderstood Wen Hao and that he really couldn't see her?

If she can't see, who else can she ask to force her to reveal the truth about her death back then?

"Ah Li is injured?" Just then, Wen Hao, who had been silent, suddenly moved, stepped forward and grabbed Yan Li's hand without hesitation, pulling her into his arms from mid-air.

Warm fingertips pressed against the corner of her lips, just as they had three years ago, gently wiping away the bloodstains. "Who did this?"

Yan Li froze completely!

"Wen Hao, are you even human? You even lie to ghosts! Let me go!" In just a moment, Yan Li began to struggle violently in Wen Hao's arms.

He couldn't believe that he had been captured by a human.

How could he possibly catch her?

Who taught him this evil magic? Is there no justice left?

"Ah Li hasn't told me how you got injured yet." Wen Hao showed no panic as if he had seen a ghost. He picked up Yan Li and walked into the room.

Yan Li: "Nobody's here, and what's this level of injury? I can even take my head off and play with it. Do you want to see?"

As she spoke, she placed her hands on her neck as if to attack, but Wen Hao grabbed them firmly in his palm.

Wen Hao's brows furrowed deeply, his heart aching, and his eyes reddened. "Ah Li..."

"Don't call me that, Wen Hao. I never saw you love me much when you were alive, but now that you're dead, you won't even let my soul go. For three whole years, you've been putting on a good act."

"Is it because you're about to marry a new wife that you're thinking about how to get rid of this 'ghost wife'?"

Wen Hao held her waist tightly, preventing her from floating in mid-air as before, which made her even angrier.

“There is no new wife,” Wen Hao’s fingers tightened slightly as he turned Yan Li around, pinched her chin, and slowly moved closer.

Yan Li subconsciously nudged him with her elbow: "Wen Hao,"

"Hmm." Wen Hao paused for only a moment before moving on to kiss her lips.

Yan Li: "Can't you smell the stench of death on me?"

Yes, ever since she found out she was a ghost, she always felt that she smelled bad, like a dead person, and she didn't know how Wen Hao could resist holding her and not letting go.

Sure enough, even as a ghost, she couldn't fathom the twisted mind.

Wen Hao froze completely, his pupils shrinking slightly, as if he couldn't believe that Yan Li would say such words.

"Looking at me like that, do you really not smell anything?" Yan Li, as if that wasn't provocative enough, added another question.

"Don't worry, I have no intention of seeking revenge. Instead, tell me the truth about what happened back then, so I can be reincarnated and make room for this new house."

"You wouldn't want to live in the house with your new wife and always be watched and observed by a ghost, would you?"