Sweet Wife in My Arms

She pulled off the covers and stood up. Then she went to the bathroom, turned on the tap, and splashed her face with water.

 The nights of late autumn were already very cold. The cold water not only made her face icy, but also made her mind frozen. She knew it was impossible for her to fall asleep tonight.

 She reached out her hand and touched the old mirror in front of her. The coldness of the mirror was just like her face.

 “Lu Yi, in this life, if you still need my blood, I’ll give it to you…” she murmured to herself. Her blurred sight fell onto the figure of a young woman in the mirror again.

 She was undoubtedly young. But who knew she had already experienced everything. Those experiences repeated in her heart again and again.

 She lied back on her small bed, with fingers grasping the corner of the quilt. She didn’t dare to turn off the bedside lamp, because she… was afraid of dark.

 She was afraid of being stabbed over and over again, afraid of not only the gnawing pain, but also the silence and bloodiness in the dark.

 Actually she had no regrets.

 Never.

 Without that happening, she would not have be reincarnated. But nobody knew. She huddled herself up, the pain permeating her body at the moment made her unable to do anything.

 Feeling uncomfortable.

 Feeling pain.

 Crying…

 And the cold night wind outside indicated the withering of fall, was just another part of the circle of the seasons.

 Yi Ling stretched her body then left her small bed unwillingly and went to the bathroom, rubbing her eyes.

 When she came out, she saw Yan Huan come out from the kitchen, their breakfast already cooked.

 “Huanhuan, you’re so nice.”

 Yi Ling ran over and held Yan Huan tight, then she kissed her on her chee. “What a good wife. What’s to be done? What’s to be done?” She grabbed her hair crazily. ” How can you be so great, so perfect. But you can’t marry me?”

 2Yan Huan pushed her face away, then wiped saliva off her cheek with her sleeves. Such images of Yi Ling appeared before her. She was not an incredible manager in the future at all, she was just a loony.

 Yi Ling’s sleepiness soon left, and she went to the bathroom to brush her teeth and wash her face promptly. Then she was going to have breakfast.

 She sat down in the chair in a hurry, then took a bowl of rice and shovelled it into her mouth.

 “Huanhuan, the dishes you cooked became more and more delicious.” Yi Ling was eating and couldn’t forget to kiss up to Yan Huan. So many delicious dishes, all were hers. Could she not be exited? Could she not be delighted?

 1Yan Huan just smiled gently. Some ash fell into her eyes, and settled as a grain of dust, then turned into a sand.

 After the meal, Yan Huan cleaned up the kitchen. She needed to go to the set later. She was going to have a scene today, which was achieved by Yi Ling’s hard work.

 She was going to act as a maid. Although it was just a maid, she would appear in a TV drama. But…

 She touched her face gently.

 The maid’s master… was not easygoing.

 Soon after, with a resounding smack, Yan Huan dropped her face into her hand. Her tears were hovering in her eyes but not willing to drop. The actress who played the master, Wen Dongni, was not well-known before. Recently, however, she acted in a supporting role in a 40+ episode TV-play and became a B Level actress. But she was in a bad mood today.

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