study.
Seeing Wen Hao breathe a sigh of relief, Yan Li, who was tightly wiping the wooden plaque in her palm, felt a sudden sense of pressure, as if the hand was gripping her neck.
She paused for a moment, then, "Could it be him?"
For some reason, seeing that person walking so hurriedly today made her feel a little uneasy.
It was as if some long-hidden truth, buried beneath the ice, was about to break through.
But she wanted to escape.
who?
Wen Hao's body stiffened slightly. He turned to look at Yan Li, staring at her face for a moment, and surprisingly caught a hint of nervousness in her eyes.
For some reason, he gazed at her silently.
"If it really is him, what do you plan to do? Report him to the authorities, forgive him, or should I kill him for you?"
When all the evidence pointed to Yan Menghuai, she had no doubts and even defended her. Now, just knowing that Li Xiangrong had also wanted to raise a ghost child, her heart tightened.
Are they afraid that the murderer is actually Lee Sang-yong?
A slight bittersweet feeling welled up in his heart.
Wen Hao always felt that in Yan Li's heart, his position was the lowest, occupying only an inconspicuous little corner of her heart. No matter who it was, they were all more important than him.
He is not suitable to be placed in the multiple-choice options for Yan Li to choose from.
Otherwise, he certainly wouldn't be her top choice.
Seeing that Yan Li remained silent.
Wen Hao suddenly chuckled, stepped forward, took Yan Li's hand, pulled her into his arms, and lowered his head.
Their lips touched, and Yan Li, as if startled, instinctively flinched back, but this angered the man, who grabbed her by the neck and pulled her into his arms.
"What? Is he more important than your sister?" Wen Hao slowly bit her lip, a little indignant. "Don't worry, he didn't poison her. You don't need to be upset."
Yan Li didn't know.
In the first year after her death, the two had already tested each other like madmen, tracking, arranging spies, and even monitoring each other day and night. At the slightest sign of trouble, they would bring soldiers into the mansion and imprison the other.
Unfortunately, they lacked sufficient evidence, not to mention their motives.
Although Li Xiangrong repeatedly claimed to treat Yan Li as his sister, who treats someone like a sister in this way? Only Yan Li believed his words from back then, and even invited him to the wedding banquet on their wedding day.
Wen Hao was extremely relieved that Yan Li ultimately chose him.
Otherwise, he would have been the one sitting at the banquet that night, drinking alone, and wishing her a happy marriage.
Neither of them could have imagined that as they drank, they would eventually be separated by death.
In the short time that Wen Hao finished speaking.
"You investigated him?" Yan Li didn't realize that her expression had softened, but asked again to confirm, "Really not?"
“No,” Yan Li was lifted up by Wen Hao with one arm around her waist and walked towards the bed at the inside of the study. “Or is that what you want?”
After placing her on the bed, Wen Hao's fingers deftly explored her waist as he prepared to undress her.
"Of course not..." Yan Li was still pondering the origin of her emotions when she saw Wen Hao's fingers twisting, and the sash around her waist had already been untied by him.
"No, what are you doing?!"
Yan Li reached out and pressed down his mischievous hand, looked up, and stared straight at Wen Hao. The words she wanted to ask were swallowed down and stuck in her throat.
His movements were so natural.
This isn't the first time I've done something like this.
Wen Hao cooperated without moving, even obediently withdrawing his hand.
After a while, Wen Hao spoke again, explaining, "It's getting late, we should rest." He lowered his eyes slightly and looked at Yan Li in front of him, only to see her hurriedly retying her skirt sash.
Are we still wary of him?
Wen Hao lowered his head, awkwardly taking off his clothes, and muttered to himself, trying to make amends, "I used to help you undress, why can't I do it this time? Have you forgotten, so you're not used to it?"
Yan Li stared at Wen Hao, who was stripped down to only his undergarments and had his collar open, for a moment before speaking again: "It doesn't look good." She was genuinely afraid of frightening him, as he looked like a dead man.
Wen Hao's heart skipped a beat, and he looked up again. "But I don't care." If he cared, he wouldn't have done something so absurd.
"Fine, I care," Yan Li said, pulling the blanket from the side and throwing it over Wen Hao. She then leaned over and covered him completely. After doing all this, she rolled over and lay flat on her back.
"Wen Hao, I hope that in your memory, I will always be beautiful, without the slightest flaw." Yan Li admitted that she was being a little sentimental at this moment.
But she still said it.
During her three years of wandering around the mansion, Yan Li naturally bathed herself, changed into new clothes, and dressed herself up. Until that day, she saw with her own eyes that her skin had lost its original luster, covered with a layer of indelible bluish-gray, and lost its elasticity.
Sometimes it even has no physical form, like a wisp of air, untouchable.
Anyone would realize that something is wrong.
But ghosts aren't that clever.
Yan Li often forgets, to the point that she frequently frightens herself, and this cycle repeats itself.
Wen Hao pulled the silk quilt, which was tangled around him, out of his skin, and wrapped his arms around Yan Li's waist, pulling her into his embrace. "Yan Li,"
Yan Li was taken aback, as she hadn't heard anyone call her name so formally in a long time.
Before she could react, the hand behind her climbed up and grabbed her wrist, the fingertips slowly probing, their fingers intertwining.
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