Jiang Yue hadn't eaten Zhou Ji's cooking for a while, and her cravings were piqued; no amount of snacks could suppress them.

Zhou Ji coaxed her like a cat and then went back to the kitchen. Jiang Yue didn't care about being reserved anymore and followed him into the kitchen like a little tail.

There was soup simmering in the pot, along with two light dishes that she also really liked.

Celery and beef, asparagus and shrimp, and sweet and sour pork ribs.

Looking at the dishes that were already being plated, Jiang Yue suddenly felt even hungrier.

She licked her lips, her eyes clearly showing her anxiety, like some kind of small animal that couldn't get its food and was anxiously circling around the stove, its eyes full of longing.

Jiang Yue couldn't help but urge, "Is it ready? Is it ready?"

As she spoke, she gently nudged Zhou Ji's arm and blinked with some dissatisfaction: "Can't you hurry up?"

Zhou Ji is a germaphobe. He washed his hands thoroughly and wiped them several times with disinfectant wipes. When he felt he had completely washed away the grease and grime, he reached out and ruffled her hair. "Coming soon. Go to the restaurant and wait for me. I'll tidy up."

Not long after, Zhou Ji served Jiang Yue lunch.

She drank a bowl of soup to whet her appetite, and ate a little more for lunch than usual. She especially liked the tender asparagus, but didn't like meat much.

She picked and chose, and finished the whole plate of asparagus.

After eating and drinking her fill, Jiang Yue felt that Zhou Ji's cooking skills had improved a lot. The food he made before was already very delicious, but now it was even better.

It doesn't matter if Zhou Ji goes bankrupt in the future.

He could even find a place as a chef in a restaurant without star ratings.

Zhou Ji can cook, but he will never wash dishes. The dishes and chopsticks he uses are put into the dishwasher, and even so, the hourly worker who comes tomorrow will still wash them again.

Jiang Yue always felt sleepy after eating, perhaps because she was too comfortable and became lazy, even her bones felt sluggish.

She lay back down on the sofa. Zhou Ji went upstairs to take a shower and came back in a change of clothes. His bangs were a bit long and fell between his eyebrows and eyes, giving him a clean and relaxed look.

Zhou Ji sat next to her, and Jiang Yue, lying down, leaned against his lap. Just like before, time flowed quietly, and no one paid attention to the scene on the television.

Jiang Yue wasn't as sleepy as before when he came over. She lay on his lap, and when she opened her eyes, she could see his face. Even from this unflattering angle, he still looked very handsome.

Jiang Yue raised her hand, but before she could touch his chin, he grabbed her slender wrist and gently put it back.

"You won't let me touch you?"

Zhou Ji responded to her with his actions, lowering his head to kiss her lips gently, without any overbearing aggression.

She raised her hand and then put it down.

Like a butterfly wing falling gently and weakly.

Jiang Yue's lips were very red, and her eyes were shimmering, as if an alluring spring color emanated from her very bones. It had been a long time since she had experienced such tender and sweet moments.

When she first woke up in this body, her relationship with Zhou Ji wasn't that good yet.

Jiang Yue could also tell that Zhou Ji didn't like her at all back then, even though they had a normal married life.

But he clearly didn't have much sincerity.

I've only been back to this house a handful of times.

It was only later that things started to get more frequent, and she wasn't really sure when Zhou Ji had fallen for her.

However, Jiang Yue felt that she was originally loved by everyone and was the white moonlight that many people longed for but could not have.

It's perfectly normal for Zhou Ji to develop feelings for her. It would be strange if he remained completely indifferent to her.

Jiang Yue had previously harbored resentment towards him and hadn't been able to ask him some questions, but now she finally had the chance.

The sunlight outside the window shone on my fair face, warm and cozy, and I couldn't feel the slightest bit of cold.

She looked at Zhou Ji quietly and asked him, "Why did you commit suicide back then?"

So young.

In his twenties, he wielded immense power.

If you say you're going to end it all, then you end it all.

It was as if that life was utterly worthless, and there was no hope of living.

The sight of the dagger cutting deep into her skin was painful even to a bystander like her; it felt as if her blood vessels had been severed in two, and blood gushed out continuously, like a trickle of water.

He cut it without hesitation, with unparalleled decisiveness.

Jiang Yue felt that she already liked Zhou Ji very much, which was why she was able to convince herself so quickly that there was no right or wrong in what happened back then.

Even so, she still couldn't bring herself to die for him.

Even in the future.

Zhou Ji died before her. She might grieve for him for a while, but she wouldn't commit suicide for him.

Isn't one's own life more important?

Jiang Yue didn't understand, nor did she comprehend.

Can love truly transcend precious life? Did Zhou Fuwei truly not regret his impulsive actions in his final moments?

Jiang Yue didn't want to associate Zhou Fuwei's suicide at her grave with her, as it would seem as if she had unknowingly become tainted by a human life.

Zhou Ji seemed surprised that she would suddenly ask this question. His fingers, which were resting on her cheek, stiffened for a moment. After a brief pause, he said in his usual tone, "Because without you, I cannot live."

Jiang Yue felt that it was half true and half false.

How could that be?

Before Zhou Ji knew who she was, wasn't he living a good life? He was even thriving.

The youngest regent, upon entering the court, proceeded cautiously, manipulating everyone with ease.

Such a person should live by the power.

The higher his position and the greater his power, the better he lived.

Power is what men should pursue most and what can most ignite their fighting spirit.

Zhou Ji seemed to realize that she didn't believe him. His gaze darkened as he recalled the events of so many years ago, which he still remembered vividly.

Those monotonous and boring days, which seem to have no end in sight, are indeed meaningless.

The moment he saw her die in the palace, he also died.

All that survived was a numb, lifeless shell.

That world held no meaning for him anymore.

Everything he did was originally for her.

They fought for power and profit by any means necessary, scheming against countless people in their quest to climb the ranks, and taking countless lives with them.

To find her, to give her a better life, for Jiang Guo whom she loves, and for her innocent and romantic heroism, he is willing to pay any price.

But just when everything is possible.

She died.

It seems like God is deliberately playing tricks on him.

Zhou Ji lowered his eyes, gently squeezed her hand, and then said to her, "Besides, I owe you my life, and that's what I should repay you for."