Chapter 193 Husband 30
There was a wooden box in front of the monster. He gathered the broken photos and threw them into the box. It only took two or three seconds for the "photos of Zheng Song" to be broken into pieces.
White debris was scattered on the surface of the flesh, and half of the photo belonging to Wen Hui was rolled inside and hidden inside the flesh.
Wen Hui looked at the scene in front of her blankly, her gaze sweeping across the monster's body and then falling on the scarlet flesh wriggling on the ground.
She couldn't explain the feeling in her heart. It was absurd, strange and weird. She blinked her eyes and thought that the time she spent with the monster was not wasted. At least when she woke up and saw it, she didn't feel fear. Instead, she felt a strange emotion that was natural and she had long been accustomed to it.
"Huihui, you're awake." The monster showed an apologetic expression, his scarlet eyes fixed on his wife who had just woken up, a rare hint of jealousy on his face.
He was wearing a lapel home suit with the buttons unbuttoned, his honey-colored chest emitting an alluring glow under the warm white light. His cuffs slid down slightly, revealing the arms of an adult male, and his slender fingers rested on the surface of the crystal album - the photo used as the cover was still intactly sealed inside the glass.
The monster praised, “This one is the best, Huihui.”
Of course.
How could a cover photo be ugly? This was carefully selected by Wen Hui from the thousands of photos she had taken.
It was a traditional suit and white wedding gown, but because the two people wearing them were both handsome and beautiful, the effect was comparable to a film shot by a top photographer. Their natural beauty and temperament needed no technical enhancement. The woman's shy, expectant smile and the man's open eyes of joy and affection unabashedly revealed the deep affection between them.
However, the monster's eyes, even though he bore a 70% resemblance to the man in the photo, only fueled the raging jealousy within him. Unfortunately, this jealousy had no one to vent on, so it remained bottled up inside. The monster's face took on a gloomy and terrifying look, unable even to feign a smile.
Wen Hui sensitively sensed that something was wrong with the atmosphere. In order to save her own life, she should have said something to calm the monster's anger, but for some reason, she didn't do that. Instead, she calmly observed the monster's every move.
She wrapped herself tightly in the quilt to hide the goose bumps on her arms, and recounted the conditions and circumstances of the shoot. Speaking of the finished photos, she revealed a nostalgic expression: "During the wedding shoot, there were so many beautiful outfits, it was overwhelming. We chose a formal wedding dress and another one with a Chinese style. Actually, there were many I liked, those with bright colors or unusual shapes, but Zheng Song said that was inappropriate..."
She looked at the photo in the monster's hand and said, "I like this one. The atmosphere in this one is more like they're in love... The other photos are more like they were taken just for the sake of doing it. He had work that month, but in fact, he always had work. Even things like taking wedding photos and getting married were done by him squeezing out time..."
Wen Hui's eyes were gentle and watery. A soft light streamed in from the window in the photo, illuminating the sweet smiles of the newlyweds.
Swish.
Swish.
Swish.
The handsome man's face was torn in two, his handsome suit shredded into rags by the scissors, the debris scattered all over the floor. The look in his eyes, fixed on the woman's face, became shattered, the love within seemingly transformed into fear by the tearing, and ultimately, unable to withstand the external force, it completely vanished, leaving only half an arm wrapped around the woman's shoulders.
The arm was not spared, along with the gentle and docile woman in the photo. Their eyes once met in the void and formed the shape of love, but in the end they were torn into countless pieces and scattered into the shabby and dusty wooden box.
Wen Hui couldn't hold back her tears any longer and covered her face with her hands as she cried.
The monster's face turned pale.
She should have pretended to be calm in front of the monster, but Wen Hui couldn't help it. The fear and tension she had experienced for days made it impossible for her to make a normal expression. Tears streamed down her face, covering it all.
A heavy shadow pressed down.
Wen Hui cried while looking at the approaching monster. His face and body exuded pent-up anger. He knelt down and walked to her side, and everything he passed was covered with scarlet flesh and blood. Realizing that his murderous intent was only superficial, Wen Hui whimpered even louder. She raised her eyes, staring at the monster with eyes full of crystal tears.
The monster gritted his teeth, trying to suppress his bitterness, and put his arm around her shoulders, emphasizing, "He's dead."
Wen Hui's body was frozen as the monster forcibly embraced her. Her back rested against his broad, muscular chest, his arms clamped across her waist. She was overwhelmed by waves of unspeakable emotions. After a moment's rest, until her tears subsided, she asked, "Zheng Song, he clearly showed up that day. Why didn't he tell me what happened to him..."
The monster's eyes darkened, suppressing his anger as he explained, "This body is mine! Huihui, whether it's Zheng Song during the day or me at night, they're all made of my flesh and blood. Yes, it was Zheng Song during the day, but that was only his remaining consciousness... Huihui, are you thinking about him?"
He almost asked the last sentence with gritted teeth.
Wen Hui didn't answer him, but asked, "Then you didn't kill me because of Zheng Song's remaining consciousness?"
The monster shook his head.
Wen Hui was unwilling to give up and continued to ask, "Since there is residual consciousness, then there must be emotions. You are a monster, but you didn't eat me. Is it because of the residual emotions of Zheng Song?"
The monster still shook his head.
He said, "Huihui. I know I'm a monster and you won't believe anything I say, but my love for you is indeed spontaneous. I have to admit one thing: I absorbed your past into Zheng Song's consciousness. That past is just a cold, emotionless memory. It's not Zheng Song's residual consciousness that has an impact on me, but you in those memories..."
The monster's eyes revealed a deep envy. The memory also made him feel sad, but it was his most precious emotional fragment. He opened his heart and told her his true feelings: "I saw you in the fragments of memory. Those fragments of memory were various scenes captured by my brain and automatically filled in the details. You in them were vivid and dazzling. I felt very strange emotions the moment I captured them... Later, I lived with you. The details of our interactions made me further develop emotions. Although the object of your words and actions was Zheng Song, I inevitably fell for you..."
“Meihui, Huihui, Huihui…”
He begged, "Love me."
Wen Hui's eyes were blurred with tears and her vision was hazy, but she could still clearly see the face that looked like Zheng Song, revealing a strong love that she had never felt for Zheng Song.
The monster's pupils were scarlet, a color that symbolized blood, violence, and cruelty. However, when facing Wen Hui, he showed only infinite tenderness and humble pleading.
Wen Hui pursed her lips and her eyes fell on the wooden box filled with debris, as if it was filled with her and Zheng Song's past. As time passed, the joy and happiness they once had were reduced to framed photos for people to appreciate. But now, the photos that used to comfort them were shattered by the monster and turned into debris that would soon burn to ashes along with the wooden box.
The moment her tears dried up, Wen Hui felt drained of energy. Her limbs went limp, and she collapsed into the monster's arms.
The closed atrium of her heart quietly opened up because of the monster's gentle treatment. She impulsively and riskily touched the bottom line that the monster could not touch. However, the monster did not get angry, nor did it show its terrifying prototype, or threaten her, or devour her.
He just begged her humbly to love him.
Wen Hui raised her eyes and caught a glimpse of the monster's face.
Looking closely at him now, he looked completely different from Zheng Song. Although there were subtle similarities, in her eyes, he was a completely new man. He didn't have Zheng Song's arrogance, his self-righteousness, or his coldness...
Ever since she learned that her husband was a monster in disguise and that her real husband had been devoured by the monster, Wen Hui has been overwhelmed by an overwhelming sense of guilt. But was it actually her fault that Zheng Song was devoured by the monster?
The monster's power was immense, a barrier that even the current human technology couldn't overcome. She was just a weakling. Even if she'd known her husband was a monster, what could she have done? She had no recourse. Surviving the monster was a stroke of luck, a stroke of good fortune.
She thought, even widows in ancient times had the opportunity to remarry, let alone modern society? What was her current situation? Was she a widow?
She shouldn't be constrained by vague morals, nor should she be controlled by guilt.
She was just an ordinary woman whose husband had died.
I just happened to meet the right man.
The only difference is that the new man he met has a special identity, he is a monster.
Like those shredded photos, the past was long gone. What weighed on her heart wasn't so much missing Zheng Song as it was the feeling of being at a loss in the face of the monster, the uncertainty of the future.
The monster hugged his wife, who was obviously exhausted from crying, and suppressed the pain in his heart. He spared no effort to belittle his wife's ex-husband: "Huihui, when will you understand my heart? You can accept Zheng Song's hypocrisy, but can't you feel my love? He is lazy and eats a lot. When he comes home, he does nothing. He enjoys your efforts with peace of mind, but still ignores your value with a clear conscience. He turned a deaf ear and dumb when his parents belittled you. He didn't fulfill his responsibilities as a husband, causing you to be ridiculed and mocked by his family. Huihui, a man like him is not worthy of your love at all!"
Even if she tried to suppress it, she still revealed her intense jealousy: "You were deceived by him!" She couldn't help but complain: "Hui Hui, your eyesight is not good."
Wen Hui silently let the monster chatter in her ears, silently listening to the monster's accusations and some real thoughts that the monster got from Zheng Song's remaining consciousness.
What she once cared about now seemed like a long dream. When she woke up, she still had a brand new life waiting for her.
Wen Hui couldn't help but rub the chest where her head was resting, and immediately scarlet flesh and blood rushed out, wrapping around the back of her head like a soft cloud.
She froze at first, perhaps because the monster's voice was too human, but she gradually let go of her reservations and found a comfortable position. She rested her head on it and closed her eyes.
The monster's tone grew more and more angry as he spoke. "Huihui, that's not fair! You can like him, but why can't you like me? I don't think I'm any worse than him."
His grievances went unanswered. When he lowered his eyes, he saw that Wen Hui had already fallen asleep on his chest.
The monster put Wen Hui into the bed in a frustrated manner, its scarlet flesh wrapped around her body. The monster lowered its head, moved close to her face, rubbing her soft and fragile skin, and sighed from the depths of its heart:
“Meihui.”
…
Wen Hui had a rare good sleep. When she opened her eyes, she saw a monster with a listless and gloomy expression. The moment his eyes met hers, his expression changed to a gentle and peaceful one. Even though his expression changed quickly, Wen Hui still caught the pressure emanating from the monster the moment before.
Fear surged, and she subconsciously reached out to hug the monster's waist and rubbed against his arms. The monster was stunned, and before he could react, Wen Hui's forehead rested on his chest and he fell asleep again.
Hold back the words that are rising in your throat.
The monster gently hugged Wen Hui back, bewildered by her dazed actions. His cat-like eyes gradually overflowed with surprise at being relied upon by his wife. Even though she had acted while unconscious, he was still delighted by her closeness.
I cried for a long time yesterday, crying about my deceased husband and the fear I had experienced in recent days. Crying is very tiring.
Wen Hui slept until noon before waking up. Just as she opened her eyes, before she was fully awake, the monster came over and whispered in her ear:
"Let's take pictures too. I want to take wedding pictures with you, too, Huihui."
Wen Hui: “…Hmm?”
The monster held the phone in front of her. Afraid she would refuse, he first listed the advantages of this shop, then said, "A home can't be without wedding photos. I've searched several nearby. I'm sure Huihui will like the style of this one. Let's go over after breakfast, Huihui."
Wen Hui looked through the gap at the place where the wooden box was placed yesterday. It was empty. Not only that, all the traces of Zheng Song that were visible to the naked eye in the bedroom had disappeared completely.
The monster is invading the space that once belonged to Zheng Song with irresistible force, including Wen Hui's heart.
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