Chapter Forty-Three: Scripted Phrases
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Wen Zhuo closed her eyes, the familiar fragrance filling her nostrils. Wen Zhaoye cupped her cheeks, staring at her expression. Did she want to leave? Did she hate him?
Don't you love him anymore?
Wen Zhuo thought that as long as he regained his memory, everything would be resolved. However, Wen Zhaoye went even crazier. Why was that?
He was quite different from seven years ago. His skin was pale, and his thick eyelashes and dark pupils made him look much more gloomy. The corners of his mouth were habitually flat, and they would only turn up when he was talking to her. His dark eyes held many emotions that she could not understand.
Wen Zhuo also raised her hand and stroked his cheek, her voice very soft: "Are you resenting me?"
Wen Zhaoye was stunned. His eyes flickered, and Wen Zhuo continued to gently stroke his skin: "I came back here as soon as I woke up. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have come back."
She would have died if it weren't for Wen Zhaoye, so of course she wouldn't have come back.
She tried to calm Wen Zhaoye down, even though she didn't understand why he still felt he had to leave.
This is her home, where else can she go?
Wen Zhaoye pressed his face against her palm and nodded slowly. His agitated emotions seemed to have been soothed. He leaned obediently against her chest, letting her fingers stroke his hair, her slender fingers running through his pure black hair.
Do you resent it?
I have resented it.
As he waited year after year, his blood was almost drained, but the person he longed for was still nowhere to be seen. Did he not want to see him? Did he hate him?
The intense hatred and resentment over these seven years fell like a continuous drizzle into the swamp called obsession.
Listening to Wen Zhuo's comforting words, he no longer cared why Wen Zhuo hadn't come, whether it was intentional or unintentional; he no longer cared.
As long as I don't leave him, that's fine.
He raised his head with a normal expression and pinched Wen Zhuo's face hard. Wen Zhuo was stunned for a moment, then realized what he meant and glared at him angrily.
Wen Zhaoye chuckled, picked her up from the ground, and complained to her, "The food's all cold."
Wen Zhuo leaned against him and tugged at his hair: "Then you can warm it up a bit more, anyway it's all your fault."
He took Wen Zhuo to the kitchen, but Wen Zhuo started to insist on getting down halfway there. Wen Zhaoye pretended not to hear him, holding her with one arm and the other holding a hot dish.
Even during the meal, he wouldn't let Wen Zhuo leave, insisting that she sit on his lap.
The human and the ghost acted in perfect unison as if nothing had just happened, and continued eating noisily.
A few days passed in a flash. Wen Zhuo floated around in the house. Wen Zhaoye had gone out on business. In the first few days, he kept a close eye on her. She could see the increased surveillance cameras in the house almost every day. Later, he probably realized that Wen Zhuo wouldn't leave, so he slowly relaxed his control over her.
Wen Zhuo almost thought he was in prison and Wen Zhaoye was the prison guard.
She floated in the bathroom, the only place in the entire villa without surveillance cameras. She lay on her back in the bathtub and sighed heavily.
How long will this go on? She thought she had calmed Wen Zhaoye down and that they had reached an agreement, but she didn't expect that Wen Zhaoye hadn't listened to her at all.
What exactly do you want her to do?
Who can stand staying at home all day!
She slid into the bathtub like a pool of liquid, her legs dangling to the side.
She did try to talk to him again, but Wen Zhaoye always seemed to have listened, and the surveillance continued unabated.
What's so great about adding this? This house is practically spotless! They can even find every single bush outside the villa!
Wen Zhuo was furious and went to argue with Wen Zhaoye, but he was slapped back down by a few words and ended up coming back to those two sentences.
It's either leave or die.
Die, die, die! All you ever think about is dying!
So annoying!!
Wen Zhuo sat in the bathtub, feeling depressed, and stretched out his body.
She closed her eyes, and black, sinister energy emerged from behind her, slowly creeping outwards. The chilling black gas exuded an ominous aura, and it slithered into the cabinet next to the bathroom like a snake.
He sinisterly pulled out a cell phone from inside.
Wen Zhuo took her phone. She liked to leave her phone lying around, and lately she'd been using it in the bathroom.
She messaged Xie Huai, thinking that since he had known Wen Zhaoye for so long, he should be able to get some information out of him.
[It's raining today: How have you been lately?]
Inside the magnificent hall, Xie Huai, dressed in a striking burgundy suit, held a glass of wine between his fingers. Beside him stood a man with a gloomy and aloof demeanor.
He didn't seem to be in a good mood; his brow was furrowed, and he kept glancing down at his phone every few minutes.
Xie Huai raised an eyebrow and peeked at his phone screen: "What's wrong? Is your sister looking for you?"
Wen Zhaoye immediately covered his phone and glanced at Xie Huai.
He jokingly teased Wen Zhaoye, "Does she really keep such a close eye on you? I didn't realize."
Wen Zhaoye remained expressionless upon hearing this. He glanced at Xie Huai with a calm look and said nothing.
Xie Huai had a bad feeling. Were these two, a human and a ghost, arguing? He had walked right into a trap again.
Before he could think of a topic to ease the tension, his pocket vibrated. He casually took out his phone, and a message from a familiar person suddenly popped up. Xie Huai's scalp tightened.
[It's raining today: How have you been lately?]
Wen Zhaoye noticed his sudden tense expression, glanced at his phone, and saw that familiar profile picture.
His lips slowly turned down.
Xie Huai swallowed hard, turned to look at him, and chuckled dryly, "Haha, why are you looking at me?"
Wen Zhaoye's cold gaze was fixed on him.
Xie Huai: "......"
Wen Zhuo! Look at yourself, is this the time to come and find him?
Wen Zhaoye's icy voice rang out: "Reply to her."
Xie Huai's hand trembled, and he sent a question mark instead.
[AAA Local Ghost Hunting: ?]
Wen Zhuo was playing on her phone with her legs crossed. The icy cold air lifted her up, and she turned over, tapping her phone with her fingertips.
[It will rain today:? ]
[AAA Local Ghost Hunt: What's up?]
Wen Zhuo sat up, feeling a little strange. After thinking for a moment, she sent a message.
Under the pressure from Wen Zhaoye, Xie Huai hunched his shoulders and waited for Wen Zhuo's reply.
Please, please let me live!
With a slight vibration from the phone, Wen Zhuo's message appeared.
[It's raining today: Can't I contact you if there's nothing wrong?]
Xie Huai: "??????"
They've framed me! They've plotted against me! I'm innocent!
He didn't dare look at Wen Zhaoye's expression. He sighed and thought, "There's nothing I can do about it; he's just that popular."
Wen Zhaoye looked down at his phone again, which showed the surveillance footage inside the villa. At this moment, none of the cameras captured Wen Zhuo's figure.
His chest heaved heavily, his gaze fixed on Xie Huai's phone screen. He couldn't stop wondering about Wen Zhuo's intentions. Was she trying to escape using Xie Huai? These past few days, she had been hiding from him in the bathroom. Was she planning her escape?
Xie Huai didn't know what to reply, so he typed furiously, as if facing certain death.
[AAA Local Ghost Hunting: Haha, what did you say?]
[It's going to rain today: you know what I mean.]
Xie Huai: "??????"
What do I know?
What do I know?!
Hahahahahahaha
Wen Zhuo laughed so hard he almost fell off the yin energy.
Wen Zhaoye must be pretending to be angry, otherwise why would Xie Huai talk to her like that, every word revealing his cowardice?
Haha, let's make him furious.
The other side was deathly silent, with only the "typing" message at the top of the screen confirming his presence. Wen Zhuo waited for a long time, but not a single word came out.
Another message popped up.
[Brother: Is it comfortable staying in the bathroom?]
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