Night falls.
Yan Li, unusually, did not swing on the crooked tree.
Today, Wen Hao also went to the bridal chamber instead of resting in the study. After entering the room, he went straight to the bedside, but his eyes were fixed on the pillow.
He slowly sat down on the couch, holding a jar of wine in his right hand, taking a sip from time to time.
Yan Li felt a chill run down her spine from being stared at, so she sat up, moved closer to Wen Hao, and waved her hand in front of his eyes.
For some reason, she felt that Wen Hao had been hanging around her far too often lately, and on several occasions, she could even sense that their gazes seemed...
They converged.
Wen Hao's expression remained unchanged, still calm and composed, but his eyes were already red, as if he was about to cry, fragile and pitiful.
“Ali…”
"Do you still resent me for what happened back then, which is why you haven't wanted to appear in my dreams even once in the past three years?"
No one in the world would ever imagine that the Crown Prince's tutor would use his own soul to raise a little ghost, and even raise it for three years.
The master at Zhuhan Temple once advised him to let go of his obsession, saying that he and Yan Li had no marital fate and would not even have a good end in any lifetime.
Wen Hao refused to believe it. Even if it meant shortening his own lifespan, he was determined to preserve Yan Li's soul.
They have three years to go. If they can't bring her back, they will truly never see each other again in this lifetime.
Fortunately, fate was kind to him.
"Ah Li, may I see you again?" Wen Hao stared at Yan Li's hand, which was still in mid-air, as if possessed. His heart pounded louder and louder, and his hand trembled more and more.
Just as he made up his mind to shake hands, Yan Li withdrew his hand.
Wen Hao's hand paused again, as if he could really see Yan Li, and slowly reached out, made a grasping motion, and then fell to the side of the bed, "Even in a dream."
“Ali…”
Yan Li couldn't help but feel a chill: ...
Is he sick? Why isn't he sleeping properly and instead goes to her room to mourn his deceased wife? Why haven't we seen him come over to mourn in the past three years?
She couldn't help but have doubts.
Did he really intend to remarry and feel guilty, which is why he suddenly wanted to come to this room to take a look? Or did he discover something and deliberately come here to put on this act?
Yan Li had disliked Wen Hao even before his death.
Now that he's dead, I find him even more unpleasant to look at.
She couldn't help but sneer, got off the bed, and reached out as if to grab Wen Hao's neck.
Just like countless times before, the moment Yan Li's hand touched Wen Hao, it was as if she was touching nothing but air, and the hand passed right through her.
She was stunned, then climbed into bed and closed her eyes in extreme frustration.
Wasn't she supposed to be an evil spirit?
Why can't I even kill someone?
It doesn't fit her identity as a demon at all.
But Yan Li didn't know that the moment she climbed into bed and lay down, Wen Hao, who should have been drunk, suddenly opened his eyes and a smile appeared on his lips.
Ah Li is still so adorable.
But she was raised by him, how could she possibly hurt him?
Ghosts who remain in the human world inevitably have unresolved obsessions, and often transform into vengeful spirits, unable to be reborn in the afterlife.
However, Yan Li had no obsession.
He was the one with the obsession; he forcibly kept her in the mortal realm, so that although she held the title of a vengeful ghost, she did not possess the abilities of a vengeful ghost, let alone be able to harm people.
As night deepens, a human and a ghost share a room, each harboring their own thoughts.
…#…
Early morning.
Wen Hao woke up at some point, sat on the bed, looked at Yan Li who was still sleeping peacefully, and finally couldn't help but reach out and stroke her.
He didn't dare to use too much force, only gently brushing aside the stray hairs around her eyebrows with his fingertips. Looking at that face, which was exactly the same as in his memory, he couldn't take his eyes off her.
For three years, he dared not paint her face whenever he painted, fearing that the person he painted was not her and that she would misunderstand when she came back and saw it.
I only dared to sketch a few lines to express my longing.
Wen Hao didn't dare linger too long. Ah Li's senses must be much sharper now than when she was alive, and he was afraid she would discover him.
Now is not the right time for them to acknowledge each other.
He didn't want the accident from three years ago to happen again.
"Wen Hao, come out here!"
"Don't think you can get away with this by hiding in this mansion. Let me tell you, Wen Hao, you can forget about ever getting married again in this lifetime."
“If you do not uphold the duties of a husband, I, Li Xiangrong, will send you to hell even if it costs me my own life.”
The loud noises grew louder as they approached, causing Wen Hao to pause. He looked up at Yan Li, who remained unresponsive, and seeing that she was still asleep, he breathed a sigh of relief and got up to head out the door.
The moment Wen Hao left, Yan Li opened her eyes and couldn't help but laugh mockingly.
Her intuition was terrifyingly accurate, even after she became a ghost.
I don't know how Wen Hao became the top scholar.
How could a ghost possibly need to sleep?
He's a real pervert; he even flirts with ghosts.
Yan Li sat up, looked at her hands, and recalled the feeling of Wen Hao stroking her hair earlier, which made her suspicious again.
She was clearly the ghost.
Why is it that Wen Hao, as a human being, can touch her, but she cannot?
Yan Li had no intention of playing along with Wen Hao's charade of love between a human and a ghost. She only wanted to find an opportunity to expose Wen Hao and see if she could get some information about the truth from three years ago from him.
She died in a confused state, her memories are all jumbled up, and she'll probably never be able to complete the mission on her own.
Outside, Wen Hao, who had just stepped out of the room, almost got punched by Li Xiangrong.
"Young Master Li, have you considered how you will explain your arbitrary beating of a fourth-rank official to the Minister when you return?"
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