Huang Dianjin dragged his heavy body back into the house.

There are only three habitable rooms. Before, each person could have their own room, but after Sun Anguo brought Su Tiantian back last night, he could only share a room with Yang Weihai. This old temple is not very big, and only Hu Tianming is qualified to live in a room, while the other rooms are not habitable.

Seeing his condition, Yang Weihai felt sorry for him and said, "Old Huang, come sit down quickly. I'll get some medicinal wine to rub on your body. Our old bones really can't take any more turmoil. I just hope these two weeks will pass quickly."

Seeing Huang Dianjin's miserable state, he was terrified and secretly thought to himself that he was lucky to have won.

There are still thirteen days left in half a month, and just thinking about it gives me a headache. He doesn't want to be tortured, so he should think more about Huang Dianjin and judge his reaction in time so that he can win every time.

"Old Yang, do you remember when you met the elder? I was eighteen when I met the elder. We hit it off immediately and almost became sworn brothers. He even gave me a jade ornament, which I still keep to this day. I take it out and polish it from time to time. The jade wasn't of very high quality, but over the years I've polished it until it's become brighter and brighter..."

Huang Dianjin closed his eyes, seemingly unintentionally bringing up the past, and sighed for a moment.

Upon hearing Huang Dianjin mention it, Yang Weihai also recalled the past. He sighed and said, "I was twenty-five when I met the elder. We hit it off immediately and almost became sworn brothers... If that incident hadn't happened, we really would have become sworn brothers. After all, the elder even gave me a nice gift."

Recalling his encounter with Hu Tianming many years ago, Yang Weihai felt a sense of nostalgia, but when he thought of those unpleasant memories, he couldn't help but feel sentimental.

Time cannot heal wounds, at least it will not be healed; it still hurts every time I think about it.

"Old Yang, what happened to you that year? You must have been married at that age, right?"

Huang Dianjin quickly pressed for more information.

He was very nervous. Could it be that Yang Weihai had the same experience as him?

Yang Weihai looked at Huang Dianjin and sensed that something was wrong with him. But thinking of the little devil, Yang Weihai guessed that the child had probably made his Dao heart unstable.

Anyway, everything would start over soon, so there was no harm in telling Huang Dianjin. So Yang Weihai said, "I am indeed married, and I have a son. But that time I secretly went fishing, and my son fell into the pond and drowned. My wife hated me, and we argued many times. In the end, she couldn't forgive me and committed suicide by drinking poison..."

Yang Weihai choked up as he recounted the past.

"If it weren't for the elders back then, I wouldn't have had the confidence to live. Let's not talk about that anymore. We've endured for decades and made so many preparations for this. Finally, the hard times are coming to an end."

Yang Weihai blinked, forcing back the tears in his eyes.

So many years have passed, and I thought I had let it go, but I didn't expect that it would still make me so sad.

The child's death was not what he wanted, but his wife kept bringing it up, making it impossible for the couple to move on with their lives.

He had intended to part ways, but who knew his wife would take her own life? Thinking about all this, Yang Weihai still felt guilty and remorseful.

"Old Yang, may I see the treasure that the elder gave you?"

Seeing Yang Weihai's expression, Huang Dianjin was also momentarily flustered.

Yang Weihai didn't delay and took the treasure out of his clothes to show Huang Dianjin.

It was a jade pendant that Yang Weihai wore close to his body, still warm from his body heat.

Over the years, he's gotten used to it and hasn't taken it off.

Huang Dianjin stared intently, then asked again, "Did you marry the woman you loved?"

"Um."

Yang Weihai nodded, though he was already a little unhappy.

These were all painful memories for him, and Huang Dianjin's constant questioning was like reopening old wounds.

If it weren't for his love, why would he have suffered for so many years?

"Back then, you must have had a very good relationship, and you must have been very devoted to the children."

Huang Dianjin seemed oblivious to Yang Weihai's darkening expression and continued to press for answers.

Yang Weihai felt as if he had been stabbed in the heart. He glared at Huang Dianjin, then got up and left angrily.

Huang Dianjin looked at Yang Weihai's retreating figure and suddenly laughed.

They've all been deceived, it's just a pity they don't know it at this age.

Yang Weihai came out into the kitchen and saw Sun Anguo cooking.

He asked impatiently, "What about the little one?"

Sun Anguo felt that his anger was inexplicable, but he couldn't afford to offend anyone here, so he politely replied, "I'm going to sleep now that I'm tired of playing."

Yang Weihai was very annoyed, so he went to help Sun Anguo start a fire.

His memories were triggered by Huang Dianjin's sharp questions. Back then, he had a very good relationship with his wife, who was from his uncle's side of the family. He would meet her every time he went to his uncle's house.

She wasn't particularly pretty, but she was very hardworking, with thick eyebrows, big eyes, and not very fair skin.

She was only two years younger than him. On the day the matchmaker arranged the marriage, her shy yet expectant eyes made him feel a ticklish sensation in his heart, as if an insect were biting him.

After they got married, their life was like a sweet dream. She kept the house in perfect order and did farm work. He also liked to do housework with her.

When airing out the quilts, they would wring out the water together; when cooking, he would light the fire, she would stir-fry the vegetables, and he would feed the pigs.

Their relationship grew even stronger after their son was born.

If it weren't for the calamity that struck him, he wouldn't have had to toil for half his life; he would have already had a happy life.

Unfortunately, it all ended in the summer of that year.

The burnt firewood fell at his feet, scorching his toes, but Yang Weihai didn't even realize what was happening.

It was Sun Anguo who noticed the strange smell and quickly called him.

"Manager Yang, what's wrong?"

Sun Anguo shouted several times and then pushed him directly.

I don't know what she was thinking, she was spacing out like that, maybe she has Alzheimer's.

Yang Weihai snapped out of his daze, the pain in his eyes still lingering. He almost unconsciously murmured, "I didn't mean to, Afang, why don't you believe me? Why can't we be together again?"

Sun Anguo felt a headache coming on and awkwardly touched his nose.

"Manager Yang, I'll start the fire myself."

Look at the fire! Those who know will understand it's just a fire, but those who don't might think he's performing a ritual and summoning a ghost.

What nonsense are you spouting? You're completely obsessed.

Don't be silly at this time, he doesn't want to take care of a decrepit old man!

In this old temple, there are only a few people around. He is from the bottom of society. If Yang Weihai really becomes mentally impaired, the task of taking care of him will definitely fall on his shoulders. Just thinking about it makes him feel terrible.

"Manager Yang, don't scare me like that! I'll go and ask the elder to come and take a look!"

Thinking of the terrible consequences, Sun Anguo immediately spoke seriously.

Yang Weihai snapped out of his daze and shook his head: "It's nothing, I just accidentally fell asleep and had a nightmare."

Yang Weihai made up an excuse, and Sun Anguo didn't call him out on it.