The empty house no longer held the figure or voice of his wife, and Yang Ming’s heart plumted to the depths of despair. The excruciating pain throughout the day made it difficult for him to breathe several tis.
Just a few days ago, they were still so sweet to each other, yet they had to face the pain of separation so soon, which left Yang Ming in a state of depression for a long ti.
Suddenly, Yang Ming lifted his head, his vacant eyes becoming clear. He realized that even if his wife was taken away, even if she was going to die, he had to go to her, to be by her side, and nobody could strip away his right as her husband.
In his haste, he walked towards the door, but as soon as his hand touched the doorknob, it retracted.
He rembered that his wife had brought over her clothes from her maiden ho, and since she had gone back, she would have nothing to change into. He decided to bring her a few outfits.
He climbed onto the kang bed and opened the cabinet, seeing the muslin, paper cranes, and hearts he had hastily placed inside.
Inside that heart was a ssage his wife had left for him.
He might be departing with his wife this ti, and he wanted to know what ssages she left for him, wanting to take them with him when he left.
He hurriedly opened the remaining hearts and saw the many love ssages his wife had written.
"Husband, I want to grow old with you slowly."
"Husband, I miss you every day."
"Husband, I want to have monkeys for you."
"Husband, I will love you even across ti and space."
"Husband, ..."
Yang Ming’s emotions once again spiraled out of control. What had he done to deserve so much love from his wife? These words were what he should have said to her first.
With trembling hands, he opened the last heart, which was quite special because it was larger than the others.
After opening it, Yang Ming’s eyes widened. It was a letter, written in charcoal pencil. The handwriting was small and a bit blurry, but still legible.
"Husband:
Please forgive for revealing my identity to you in this manner as I couldn’t bring myself to say it. If you have found this letter, it must be fate.
I am but a wisp of a soul that, for so unknown reason, possessed your bride on our wedding night.
The words you didn’t understand, the things you thought were incredible that I did, they all co from my holand.
In my hotown, I’m just an ordinary person who can’t do anything special.
At first, when I ca to this strange place, I felt helpless. I didn’t want to stay because my hotown is much more advanced than here.
But then, I t you. You were so kind to , and I fell deeply in love with you. I even started to thank heaven, for it must have been a divine wish for us to be in love, which is why I was brought here.
I want to walk with you forever and ever.
But as just a wisp of a soul, I don’t know when I might fly away.
I was afraid that if you knew I was just a soul, you would stay away from , so I couldn’t tell you.
If one day, you find that I’m no longer here, don’t be sad. It would an that I have returned to my hotown. You must stay strong and keep living.
I will always bless you from my hotown.
Husband, I love you, love you very much, you are the love of my life."
At this mont, Yang Ming was sobbing. His wife had known all along that she might leave at any mont. Under that lively exterior was a heart of helplessness. He only hated himself for not being with her at every mont.
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