Chapter 562
The ghost sighed, "I'm not angry, and I won't be angry with you either."
The girl seemed to relax and said softly, "I've never overslept before when I was at home. This is the first time."
The ghost frowned slightly; though He had been asleep, it did not mean He was completely unaware of worldly affairs.
The spiritual energy of heaven and earth has undergone tremendous changes, and the world has changed drastically. Although the power and prestige of the four major families are not as great as before, they are still rich and powerful, especially in Chaoge, where they can control everything.
Thus, as a woman of the Shang clan, and a woman chosen as a sacrifice, she should have lived a life of being carefully served and adored by everyone before being sent to the ancient house.
However, judging from the words of His new bride, the Shang family did not treat her well, and even mistreated her.
The ghost looked at the girl's petite and frail body, which seemed malnourished. Coupled with her timid nature, she probably had lived a very humble life for a long time. Without even verifying, the ghost was already convinced that the merchant had mistreated her.
He said gently, “There are no rules here, so don’t be nervous. Even if you’ve just slept in a little longer today, or even if you’ve been resting all day and haven’t come to my place, it won’t matter.”
The girl was deeply moved by the spirit's kindness, and with His rescue the previous night, when Wen Xin looked at Him again, the wariness and fear in her eyes had diminished considerably, replaced by a gentle gratitude and dependence.
The ghost's lips curled slightly. "Were you frightened last night?"
Wen Xin said obediently, "Yes, a little, but I slept very well afterwards, so I have to thank you."
She paused, then said, "May I ask you something?"
The spirit nodded, "Alright."
Wen Xin looked at the empty altar in front of her. "Don't we need to put something on this?"
The ghost was slightly taken aback, clearly not expecting the little girl's thought process.
He smiled, "What do you want to display?"
Wen Xin said shyly, "I've been to temples before, and there are incense burners and offerings on the altars."
But the altar in front of her mysterious husband was clean, desolate, and bleak.
Even though she was terrified of ghosts, I couldn't help but feel sympathy and pity for her.
Isn't that a bit too unfair?
The ghost's eyes flickered slightly. "You mean... you want to make offerings to me?"
"ah?"
Wen Xin didn't dare to think too much, afraid her legs would give way, and only answered softly, "If there's anything I can do for you."
The ghosts and spirits floated down from the altar, their chains rattling loudly, which frightened the girl so much that she couldn't help but take a step back, her body going limp.
The ghost reached out and supported her, "Did I scare you again?"
With His help, Wen Xin managed to stand up, her almond-shaped eyes misty with tears. "No, it's my own problem. I... I'll get used to it and overcome it."
The ghost said slowly, "I have no ill intentions towards you, nor will I harm you."
Wen Xin nodded her head repeatedly, "I know."
He looked at the delicate and timid girl before him, and a slight laugh escaped his throat. "No one has ever offered me alms."
"ah?"
"I don't remember how many years it's been."
"You live in a shrine, yet you never make offerings?"
"Yes, no."
"Then...can I?"
Wen Xin was a little nervous and uneasy.
The spirit raised its hand and gently brushed across her head, as if a deity were bestowing a blessing upon a mortal, holy and solemn, devoid of any human emotions or desires.
"If you'd like."
His voice was gentle and deep, filled with profound compassion.
The tension in Wen Xin's heart dissipated. The ghost in front of her was so gentle and holy that it was impossible to associate it with any terrifying existence. No matter how afraid she was of ghosts, she couldn't be afraid of it. On the contrary, she felt a unique sense of security.
She said sincerely, "I am willing. It may be a small thing, but it will do something for you and prove that I am not a useless person."
The ghost sighed softly, "How could you be a good-for-nothing?"
Before Wen Xin could say anything more, her little belly started to undermine her again.
She clutched her stomach, her face flushed crimson, and she couldn't even lift her head.
The ghost asked in a good-natured manner, "Didn't you eat when you came this morning?"
The little girl nodded guiltily.
She was so panicked and anxious that she couldn't even remember what she was eating.
The spirit looked at the petite girl and gently instructed her, "From now on, remember to eat on time."
Wen Xin's face turned even redder, and she lowered her head so low that she seemed as if she couldn't be seen by anyone, responding in a weak and feeble voice.
The ghost led her by the hand and floated away.
After Wen Xin defined Him as a "god" in her heart, even if He had many extraordinary things about Him, she was no longer afraid and her legs went weak. She just obediently followed Him with small steps.
The ghost led her back to the east wing, where Mo'er and the others had already prepared breakfast on the table.
Wen Xin asked Him, "Would you like to have dinner together?"
The ghost smiled and shook his head, "I can't eat mortal food. You eat it, don't be shy."
"Okay, okay."
Wen Xin glanced at Him, then obediently sat down at the table, picked up her chopsticks, and began to eat breakfast.
She ate a little slowly, like a hamster, taking small bites of food with an innate elegance and grace, yet still undeniably adorable.
The ghost's gaze fell on her delicate, rosy lips, a glint of something unreadable flashing in his eyes. "Delicious?"
Wen Xin nodded, swallowed the food in her mouth, and then said, "It's delicious."
"Then eat more."
"……OK."
Suddenly, the ghost asked, "What does the food taste like?"
Wen Xin gave a blank "Ah".
The ghost smiled and said, "It's been so many years, I've forgotten."
The girl stammered, "Sour, sweet, bitter, spicy, fragrant, salty... these, I guess?"
The answer was worse than no answer at all.
Wen Xin clearly realized that her answer was silly, and her face turned red again.
The ghost chuckled softly, "I understand. You can eat now. I won't bother you anymore."
Wen Xin obediently held the porridge in both hands and drank it, but every now and then she would glance at the mysterious man beside her, her nominal husband.
Haven't eaten in years?
That sounds really terrible!
But He cannot eat human food, so what can become His food?
Thinking this, Wen Xin asked the question aloud.
The ghost raised an eyebrow, his gaze unreadable, making the girl's heart pound. She felt it was better for her not to know the answer.
Even after the ghost returned to the shrine, it gave her no answer.
Wen Xin was thinking of asking Mo'er and the others what they usually ate.
But the existence of a non-human entity and the recipe might scare her to death, so...maybe she should just give up.
You should at least have some idea about your own physical condition!
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