Chapter 164 Husband 1

There was a mountain of garbage piled up in the trash can at the entrance of the alley.

A stray cat ran by.

The dirty tail swept across the hem of Wen Hui's skirt, leaving a black stain on her dress. She lowered her eyes to take a look. Her hands were full of vegetables, and she had no hands free to clean the dust. She frowned slightly, put down the shopping bag, took out a few slices of custard toast and placed them on the clean ground, then turned around and left in a hurry.

Back home.

Wen Hui changed her clothes, washed her hands, and went into the kitchen to prepare dinner.

Turn on the TV.

Various channels are broadcasting the latest news events——

"...Recently, air pollution levels have been found to be seriously exceeding standards across various locations. Citizens are advised to wear masks when traveling and take protective measures... Students in some areas have reported fevers. This is primarily caused by the influenza virus, which is highly contagious and susceptible to the general population... Symptoms are more severe than the common cold... Testing is underway... Citizens are advised to take protective measures and not panic..."

Wen Hui listened patiently. A strand of hair fell down and she tucked it behind her ear.

The fingers holding the handle of the knife were slender, and they trembled slightly.

I've been here for a year now, and every time I hear the news, I still get a flutter in my heart...

Six months ago, the sky was suddenly obscured by a dark cloud. People at the time didn't find it strange; the major news reports simply predicted a rainstorm. Indeed, a torrential downpour did occur, lasting nearly a month. Coastal and low-lying areas were devastated. Even after the downpour subsided, the strange cloud persisted, seemingly lingering in the sky forever, even showing signs of expanding.

Someone from the coastal area said it firsthand: On a rainstorm day, along with the raindrops fell a few blurry masses, wriggling like a pool of blood and flesh...

Later such remarks were cleared up.

Everyone just thought it was alarmist.

As the air pollution index increased, the number of deaths in various places soared. In just half a year, the population was reduced to one-third of its original size.

The number of patients increased, and the burden on medical systems in various places increased. Wen Hui's Blue City was the capital. Initially, Blue City was open to accepting critically ill patients from all over the country, but in the end, there was no space to accept the continuous influx of patients.

Blue City has implemented rectification measures, and anyone entering Blue City must provide a health certificate.

Although the current situation in Blue City is not good, it is one of the few healthy cities. Many people want to flock to this once prosperous city but are turned away. Faced with the threat to their lives, many people take risks.

Wen Hui doesn't even dare to take the bus to go to the supermarket.

Just a few days ago, a robbery occurred on a bus. A gang that sneaked into Blue City set fire to the bus, killing all the people on the bus and affecting people nearby. However, the city's security protection has not been strengthened, but has become increasingly lax.

Such a life was full of dangers, and it took Wen Hui a long time to adapt.

She is not from Blue City.

To be precise, she is not from this world.

She once lived in Qingcheng City, but one morning, she sprained her ankle and when she opened her eyes again, she came to this city that was not much different from Qingcheng City. She carefully examined her body -

She had long, slightly curly black hair tied into a low ponytail hanging behind her head. She had a pretty face and a small black mole at the corner of her right eye. When she looked at people with her lips pursed, she had an indescribable gentleness and softness. Her slender neck and thin body revealed a bit of weakness that made people feel pity.

This is her body.

Even the location of the small mole at the corner of the eye is exactly the same.

Even the parents in this world and that world are exactly the same, the only difference is their living environment and occupation...

Could it be that she came to her own body in a parallel universe?

Wen Hui gradually became familiar with life here.

And a few months later she married her current husband, Zheng Song.

The two lived in harmony. Zheng Song was a psychotherapist at a famous psychological clinic in Lancheng. In today's situation, many people who were under mental stress due to the great changes in the world needed psychological counseling, and the psychological clinic was crowded with people...

Therefore, Wen Hui's living standard did not decline. Instead, she was able to maintain her previous life when prices generally rose.

The clock hand points to seven o'clock.

Wen Hui woke up and found that the food in the pot had gone cold.

Normally at this time, Zheng Song would have returned home and the two of them would have even finished dinner, but why hasn't he come back yet?

Wen Hui picked up the phone.

After hesitating for a moment, he made a phone call.

Beep, beep, beep...

Zheng Song didn't answer.

After a while.

The phone called back.

Wen Hui picked up the phone.

The person on the other end of the phone said, "...There's a traffic jam on Qinghai Road. It looks like it'll be there for a while. Eat first, don't..."

The phone was suddenly hung up.

Wen Hui frowned slightly.

Why did Zheng Song hang up the phone in the middle of speaking?

There is a wedding photo of the couple on the TV cabinet.

The man is tall and handsome, and the woman is gentle and pretty.

They look like a handsome man and a beautiful woman made in heaven.

Their meeting is full of fairy tale colors——

When the virus first spread.

Zheng Song joined the volunteer organization as a psychotherapist, while Wen Hui joined a volunteer group through her company. They both lived in the same city, and after returning to Blue City, Zheng Song proposed to her, to which Wen Hui agreed. They then obtained a marriage certificate and took wedding photos, successfully establishing a new family.

Zheng Song was so busy with work that he didn't meet Wen Hui until he was 30. He claimed that it was love at first sight, and their feelings grew during the rescue process. However, Wen Hui knew that when he looked at her, there was no blushing affection in his eyes, but a coldness that matched his personality.

She was even inferior to his visitor.

When Zheng Song faced visitors, his face was gentle and he spoke softly.

But after the two got married, Zheng Song returned home to only a cold face and indifferent greetings, as if falling in love with her and marrying her were just a formality, just... just a report to his parents...

Wen Hui held the phone bitterly.

Worried about him, and afraid that the phone call would disturb him, she sent him several messages but got no reply. She had no choice but to open her phone and fiddle with it. "Qinghai Road Car Accident" suddenly jumped into her eyes, and Wen Hui's heart suddenly tightened.

There is real-time coverage of the accident, with footage replaying to the very beginning:

The red light flashed. Compared to the surrounding cars, the truck, resembling a giant monster, slowly slowed down until it reached the edge of the solid line and stopped moving. As time passed, a fiery red car, like a speeding fireball, hurtled towards the truck. Bang, bang, bang—the sky was obscured by a murky black cloud. Raindrops pattered down, and the surveillance camera crackled. The screen went black for a moment, then came back on, and order was restored on Qinghai Road.

Only the bare skeletons of the truck and car remained.

Wen Hui felt a surge of anxiety. As the car raced towards the truck, it felt as if the dark clouds covering the sky were obscuring her as well. Her chest heaved, and a suffocating feeling gradually gripped her throat.

Her husband was on Qinghai Road when the incident happened. Was he affected? She was worried and wanted to see him immediately to know his situation. The abrupt end of the phone call obviously exacerbated her anxiety.

She clutched her phone tightly.

Looking back at the footage, she tried to find any clues about Zheng Song, but she could only see the familiar car being swept by the fireball-like cars. It was the same car, but she couldn't see the license plate number. Could it be Zheng Song?

She secretly hoped in her heart that Zheng Song would return home safely.

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Wen Hui's anxious wait suddenly relaxed when there was a knock on the door at eight o'clock.

During this period, she called Zheng Song many times but was never able to get through. The only consolation was that Zheng Song's name was not among the dead confirmed at the scene of the accident.

It's truck drivers and car drivers.

The rest of the people affected were only slightly injured, and their families have been contacted. Wen Hui didn't receive a call from the hospital, but she still couldn't rest easy until she opened the door and saw Zheng Song standing outside safely.

Only then did her worries finally fade away. The joy of surviving the disaster made her smile. She trotted across the threshold and stood in front of him impatiently. She wanted to lift her hands to hug him, but the man's cold eyes stopped her. She still couldn't hide her joy.

He raised his head and said, "...You're finally back. I saw the car accident on Qinghai Road and was worried for a long time. I prepared the food and it can be eaten as long as it is heated up. I will tell my parents that you are safe now. They are also very worried about you!"

Wen Hui took the briefcase from Zheng Song.

She took his arm and went back to the house, closed the door, and called her mother-in-law. After hanging up, she still looked at Zheng Song with some worry.

Zheng Song didn't say a word when he returned home. Usually, no matter how cold he was, he would say to her, "I'm home," or simply ask her, "What did you do at home?" But today he didn't say a word.

Wen Hui concealed her inner disappointment.

I whispered to him, "...Are you very tired? You look very bad. Why don't you sit on the sofa for a while? I'll get you a glass of water to warm you up. Were you okay during the car accident? Why do you look injured..."

Wen Hui became anxious.

Taking his hand, I pushed him to sit on the sofa.

His hair was a little messy, and his eyes were bloodshot. As he got closer, he could smell a faint smell of blood. Wen Hui's face turned pale instantly when she smelled it.

Her voice trembled: "...Zheng Song, don't scare me. What's wrong with you? Are you okay? Let's go to the hospital for a check-up... What happened? Why don't you say anything? I'm panicking..."

Zheng leaned limply against the back of the sofa, like a shriveled fruit, with all the moisture inside squeezed out, leaving only a layer of skin. But soon, the lost moisture gathered back into his body against the laws of nature, like a balloon filled with hydrogen, rapidly inflating. Under Wen Hui's concerned gaze, the skin on his back was stretched, and something fleshy was wriggling. After a few seconds, it returned to its original state.

Zheng Song straightened his back, lowered his eyes, and stared at the woman in front of him.

The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, as if stiff mud was being pulled artificially, showing signs of cracking. Then, the man's handsome face showed a perfect smile, with the corners of his mouth raised just right, revealing eight standard teeth.

Two hard words came out of his throat slowly:

"……fine……"