Feng Qingxue chuckled softly, feeling warmed by Lu Jiang’s thoughtful consideration.
Truth be told, carrying a secret that only you know can be suffocating, incessantly worrying about letting it slip out even in a dream.
"I simply store valuable items inside this space, created by this tiny Mustard Seed," she revealed.
As Feng Qingxue allowed the thought to take form, a box filled with jewelry appeared before a bemused Lu Jiang. The sudden materialization startled him enough, even despite his wife’s prior warning.
Lu Jiang opened his eyes wide, stroking the sudden box that appeared, to see indeed it was filled with the jewelry he and his father gifted her.
Feng Qingxue touched the box once more, and it immediately disappeared, astonishing Lu Jiang yet again.
"Could this bring any sort of harm to you?" After witnessing the magic of her powers first-hand, Lu Jiang was even more concerned, anxiously watching his wife, as though terrified by her reply.
Feng Qingxue shook her head, "It shouldn’t."
"Shouldn’t? If you are unsure, then why use it so boldly, hiding things so fearlessly inside it?"
"When one’s life hangs in the balance, what else is there to consider?" Feng Qingxue gently smiled. She then delicately shook the back of his hand reassuringly, "Don’t worry, Ajiang, I’ve conducted many tests. The magical space has not adversely affected me, instead providing a liberating respite from the worries of life. Even though I don’t understand what amount of good karma I accumulated in my past life to receive such a blessing, I intend to use it for good, aiding those within my power."
Lu Jiang held her close, "You must’ve been a great benevolent person in your past life to receive this kind of fortune."
"I’m not sure about that. But, I’m grateful for the divine, for allowing me to meet you, allowing me to have this space. At least, I can guarantee my family and children will never starve or freeze."
"I too am grateful for the divine, for allowing me to meet you!" Lu Jiang declared without hesitation.
The couple silently embraced each other, their room overflowing with unspoken tenderness.
"Was the bulletproof vest you gave me also from the magical space?" Lu Jiang softly asked after a moment.
Feng Qingxue nodded, "At the time, I had no other means of explaining its origin, so I opted to construct a fabricate a tale as a workaround."
"Well done on the deception! No one can be privy to the actual truth!" Lu Jiang responded without skipping a beat, before adding, "The things about you are way too magical, don’t let a third person know, including our father. Remember? Even though Dad is astute, he would probably be suspicious, but would never pry. You don’t have to hide the supplies you bring home, and you don’t have to be intent on explanation either; he will not meddle. When it comes to others, you should still credit me as the source of all the supplies. After I return to the military, I will send you money, letters, and items every month as a cover-up."
Fearing others might sniff out the actual situation, Lu Jiang continued, "Indeed, you have a plethora of rich resources. Therefore, I will contact some of my comrades in arms that I’m in contact with. I could write letters to them asking if we could exchange our resources for some of their specialties. If they agree, I’ll include their contact information in my letters, which you can then use to send the resources directly to them. They can send their specialties to you, and in this way, others will remain in the dark."