Sweet Wife in My Arms

He carried the dying woman as his tears flowed down from the corner of his eyes. They landed on the colourless skin of the woman.

As his gaze lowered again, it finally landed on the body of the woman who was long dead. She wasn't terrifying nor dishevelled. SHe seemed to have left peacefully. No one knew how she was treated when she was living or how many times she was stabbed. But when she died, she still had a quiet beauty to her.

The November wind had a tingle of chill to it as the entire earth turned cold between the dying leaves.

A man bent down and placed the fresh flowers in his hands on the tombstone.

On the tombstone, the picture of the woman smiling was clean and sweet. This was her when she was 24 years old and she had the same beauty when she passed away at 28. Her beauty stopped at 24 years old while her life ended when she was 28.

The man took out a newspaper and laid it in front of the tombstone. The headlines showed a very large report.

International star Lu Qin jailed for life for murdering someone while taking drugs. Fiancée Su Muran passed away on the same day due to Thalassemia.

At this moment, the cold wind blew on the man's body. The chill was no different from his five senses and his lips were incredibly clenched. Only a shimmering darkness was emitted from his black eyes.

He was Lu Yi, Sea City's youngest attorney general.

As for the woman on the tombstone, she was Yan Huan. She was once a famous young actress known for her beauty.

"That year when I first saw you on TV, my first impression was that you were really beautiful."

"That year I didn't like to watch TV a lot but I started turning it on every day out of habit. Every channel I watched had your existence."

"That year, you finally won the Best Actress Award. I saw you on stage receiving the award and was proud of you. You might never know but I used my powers to clear many dangerous obstacles from your side."

"Even though you don't recognise me nor know me, there is still a Lu Yi in this world."

"That year, when I met the real you for the first time, you had became the wife of my cousin."

"You can rest. I have avenged you." His ice-cold finger caressed the picture on the tombstone lightly. "I will burn offerings for you and your daughter every year."

"Don't meet any more Lus in your next life. Don't walk down this path in you next life. Live well and not for others. Live for yourself."

He mumbled to himself as he pressed his forehead onto the icy tombstone without anyone noticing. At this moment, his shrunken face was filled with hurt that time had left on him.

There was a weak shadow behind him as it got lighter and lighter, fading away.

"Yan Huan, wake up..."

"Huanhuan, wake up."

A hand lightly tapped her face. It wasn't painful but there was a loud noise. Yan Huan opened her eyes and there was a tinge of consciousness within her dazed eyes.

"Lu Yi..."

She opened her mouth but her voice was incredibly hoarse and she couldn't hear what she was saying.

"Yes, it is me," Lu Yi took out a bottle of water from his bag and placed it on her cracking lips. "Okay, don't talk. Drink some water. I will bring you back."

Yan Huan turned around and looked at Song Xihua who was still lying unconsciously on the floor.

She reached out and touched him.

Lu Yi pressed her face into his embrace. "Don't worry, he is fine. I have taken a look at him and he might have had a minor concussion. But he will be fine."

Yan Huan wanted to laugh at him but she couldn't. She thought back to the guy kneeling at her grave in the past life. She thought back to the man who looked at her picture and said that he loved her. He thought back to that guy who was alone in the past life.

That was right, in her past life, Lu Yi ended up marrying Fang Zhu but the two of them were constantly at odds. They didn't have any children and they ended up adopting a boy. He spent his entire life burning offerings for the kid who was on this earth for six months until he passed away. After that, the boy replaced him.

"Don't cry, see, aren't you alright?"

Lu Yi rolled up his sleeve and carefully wiped her face. But she was crying like a child.

Yan Huan grabbed his waist tightly, almost smashing her face deep into his embrace. Just like her previous life. But in her previous life, she died for him. In this life, he is protecting her.

"Sorry, sorry..."

She kept apologising.

She had let him down. No wonder she had no idea why her road to stardom was so smooth in the later half of her life. It wasn't because of anyone else, it was him. It wasn't because of her luck, it was because of him.

But what did she do? She had hurt him, refused to save him, plotted against him...

"Sorry," another apology. She closed her eyes and had almost lost her voice from crying.

Lu Yi wasn't good at comforting people but at that moment, his eyes were red. He lightly tapped her shoulders and hugged her even tighter. It was barely a few days and she had lost weight again.

"Are you all done?" Lei Qingyi walked into the tent. "Stop this romance. I know you love her but can you assess the situation? Bring her to the hospital first. She is obviously dehydrated."

"And this one," Lei Qingyi kicked Song Xihua. "Your woman gave all her water to him but he is sleeping like a dead pig. Is he still a man? How can a man not take good care of the woman by his side, expecting her to save him instead?"

With that, he picked Song Xihua up and carried him away. As for the things here, there was no need for them. What use was there?

"Drink a little more," Lu Yi took over the bottle and placed it by Yan Huan's mouth. The grape-flavoured water could help replenish the water she needed and regulate the electrolytes that had gone awry in her body.

Yan Huan drank one mouth obediently as she looked at the man's red eyes.

She lowered her head as her tears started falling again.

She grabbed his neck tightly again.

Lu Yi, let's not split again in this life, alright? I have already missed out in one life, I don't want to miss out in another...

Lu Yi smoothed through her messy hair as he picked her up. There was a helicopter waiting for them outside.

Yan Huan really can fall asleep this time. She wasn't afraid; she wasn't afraid of anything. So long as he was there, she would be fine.

When she woke up again, she was in the hospital. An IV drip hung from her hand and there was a man sitting by her side. He was resting against the wall and his eyes were slightly shut.

Yan Huan lifted her head and looked at the IV drip on her hand. She was more conscious despite her dazed eyes but she felt as if she was looking through a mist. However, her vision became clearer as she peered out through the mist.

"You're awake," Lu Yi placed his hand on her forehead.