Sweet Wife in My Arms

She suddenly pulled away from Lu Yi and smiled at him. Her tear-swept eyes were clear and clean, with no signs of harm or sadness.

She walked behind Lu Yi and hugged him from his waist. Just like that.

Lu Yi's body tensed. His eyes were redder than he could've imagined. How could he have forgotten what Yan Huan said? That she was bled dry by Lu Qin at the age of 28?

"You saved me?" he asked. His voice was husky and nasal, which was rare to find in a man's voice.

"Yes," Yan Huan buried her face into his back. "He thought he killed you, but it was me.

I only had time to give Lei Qingyi a call. The last thing I saw was him running away as Lei Qingyi arrived."

"And after that..." Yan Huan tugged at Lu Yi's button. Actually, she didn't know what happened after that. Perhaps that was also because of that dream.

"I had a dream. And in that dream, Lu Qin was jailed, and Su Muran died. It was your work."

She remembered a man standing before her grave. A man with a weary face.

When she opened her eyes again, she was back to the time when she was twenty.

"Life is strange, isn't it?" she mused as she stroked Lu Yi's face. "At that time, I was scared of you. I hated you. And you were never nice to me either."

"Perhaps I'm too hung up about what happened," said Yan Huan. Perhaps she had kept this a secret for way too long. She needed to let it out. She needed someone else to know. And she needed to get over it.

She was indeed hung up about things. Her previous life had long been over, and the people who should've died died, while the people who should've lived lived on. Now that she was reborn, she should let go, right?

"However, I'll never let off the people who hurt me."

"Like Su Muran and Lu Qin."

Her voice dwindled into a whisper, and soon Lu Yi could hear her soft and gentle breathing.

She was asleep.

Lu Yi carefully removed Yan Huan's hands that were wrapped around him and laid her down. He tucked her in and fondled her face. What Yan Huan didn't know was that the sullen look in his eyes had condensed into vapors.

"I will be the one to avenge you."

"Lu Qin, and..." his eyes turned somber until it was pitch-black. "Su Muran."

Sunlight was spilling in from the window when Yan Huan woke up. It was comfy, but she didn't want to get up. She curled into a ball beneath the blanket like a baby silkworm.

Days like these were about to end soon. A few more days and she would be o-set again. For a long time. Her poor husband had to tend to his own needs again.

"What's so funny?" asked Lu Yi when he heard his cocooned sweetheart snickering as he walked into the room. He wondered what made her laugh like that.

"Nothing,' said Yan Huan. She pulled the blanket away, rolled, and propped herself up. She looked up at the French window in the distance. "It's a beautiful morning, isn't it?"

Lu Yi stood up, walked to the windows, and yanked open the curtains. Light flowed in more gently through the refraction of the glass, along with the wind that carried the unique smell of Sea City.

The clean salty tang of the ocean.

Yan Huan pulled off the blanket and stepped onto the ground on bare feet. Running forward, she hooped her hands around Lu Yi's waist, then tiptoed to look at the viridescent greeneries of early spring.

"Spring has arrived."

She put her hand above her eyes, closed them, and took a deep breath of the extraordinarily fresh air with content. Lu Yi turned around and pinched her tiny nose.

"Time to eat. You should sleep a little more after that. The shooting will start in a few days."

"Okay," said Yan Huan, tightening her hands around his. "But..." she shook Lu Yi's elbow. "I will be away for a long time this time. Wouldn't you be a darling and take some days off to accompany me?"

She pouted piteously, as though she was about to cry any second.

"I will. Now let's go eat." Lu Yi smiled helplessly and gently bumped his forehead against hers.

Overjoyed, Yan Huan held Lu Yi's arm tightly. Breakfast was the dishes that were painstakingly prepared by the nanny. Lu Yi put a pile of food in Yan Huan's bowl and made her finish everything. Yan Huan obliged happily. She seemed a good deal cheerier than yesterday. Perhaps it was due to letting everything out.

Now that she had said it, the weight on her shoulders was gone.

Just like she said, she was too hung up on it. She will have her revenge, but she would stop living for the sake of revenge. She wanted to live happily. That was the only way to make up for the horrible days she had in her previous life.

Three days later, Lu Yi sent Yan Huan to the filming set for When The Song Ends. The first stop was Movie City, from where the shooting will take place for about 4-5 months.

Lu Yi stepped down from the car and bent down to tuck her loose strands away. He then helped her adjust her woolen cap. "I'll come by to visit whenever I have time."

"Okay," said Yan Huan, holding Lu Yi's hand. In the past, she never knew why people would use the word "glued together" when it came to couples. She used to like, or perhaps even love, Lu Qin, but she never felt the urge to be beside him all the time.

Yet she didn't even want to part one second with Lu Yi. It was most likely the same for him too. Ever since they came back from Serene City, they never parted. Having to part for such a long time made her sad.

"Go. And come back soon," said Lu Yi as he spruced up her clothes. He didn't smile much; that was just how he was. However, Yan Huan's silhouette was the only thing he was seeing.

Even after Yan Huan went inside, he remained and lingered for a while before leaving.

Yan Huan and Luo Lin were inside the airport by now.

When Yan Huan turned around, the car was still there.

No matter when she turned around, Yan Huan knew, he would always be there. She would always be the first to leave, never him. Because he would always be at the same spot waiting for her. Always.