Whenever the Bracelet was mentioned, Xiaoxiao felt both love and hate: she loved that she had found true love but hated that she had to be forever separated from her family.
"I put the Bracelet in the drawer," Yang Ming replied.
Xiaoxiao reached out to open the drawer, but as soon as she did so, she froze; afraid that if she touched it, the soul might slip away again. Scared, she did not want to be separated from her beloved husband again, so she withdrew her hand.
"Husband, let’s find a place to bury this Bracelet to prevent any more accidents."
"Yes, I was thinking the same thing," responded Yang Ming, who had been planning to do so for a while now. If it weren’t for the Bracelet, his wife wouldn’t have turned into a living corpse; he had to deal with it promptly.
Xiaoxiao looked around, a bitterness she couldn’t quite express filled her heart; just one day away felt like a very long time. Seeing the heart shapes dismantled on the bench, Xiaoxiao got onto it, planning to refold them.
Just as she picked up a piece of the ripped red paper, her husband grasped her hand gently and said, "Wife, let me do it."
Xiaoxiao was surprised. "You know how to fold them?"
"Not really, but you can teach me." The heart shapes his wife had folded so attentively; he wanted to fold them back with care.
The corners of Xiaoxiao’s mouth lifted; her husband really was a charmer, lacking grand talents, but his warmth was enough, and this was the kind of man she wanted to spend a simple life with.
"Alright, then I’ll teach you. Just , fold it back along the original crease; it’s quite simple. Give it a try."
"Yes." Yang Ming folded earnestly, and after completing one, he asked his wife, "Is it ?"
"Yes, exactly like that."
"Then you rest; once I finish refolding these, we’ll rehang the canopy and get the room back to how it was."
Wanting to restore the bridal chamber his wife had painstakingly prepared to its original state.
Xiaoxiao agreed, sitting there watching her husband fold intently. Feeling an urge to envelop him from behind with a hug, she indeed did just that.
"Husband, you’re truly wonderful."
Feeling his wife’s embrace from behind, warmth surged in Yang Ming’s heart, believing that everything he was doing was worth it. He turned around and gave his wife a big hug, then said, "Stop it now, I’ll be done soon."
"Oh," Xiaoxiao pouted and let go of her husband.
"Husband, remember when you asked me if I had a nickname for you? I actually lied to you then."
"Yes, another name, another way to call you."
"What is it?" Yang Ming was surprised, realizing that his wife also had a nickname for him, and he really wanted to know what she called him in her heart.
"Promise you won’t get mad or hit me," she said.
"..." Sensing a forboding premonition that his wife definitely chose a poor name, Yang Ming conceded, "Alright, I won’t get mad or hit you."
"It’s ’Bargain Husband’."
Hearing this alias, Yang Ming widened his eyes, and Xiaoxiao quickly explained, "Think about it, as soon as I crossed over, I became your wife, so aren’t you like a ’Bargain Husband’ sent to me by heaven?"
"..." The way his wife put it, it seemed completely right, and though her logic was peculiar, it essentially meant that she had admitted he was her husband from the beginning.
"From now on, just drop the ’bargain’ and call me ’Husband’."
"Oh, okay," Xiaoxiao giggled.
Since he was refolding them according to the original creases, Yang Ming quickly finished, and they hung up the canopy, restoring the room to its original look.