The husband I snatched halfway through his life is strange.

Chapter 522 I am more devout than anyone else
After the coffin was reburied, Wei Zhao, disregarding his injuries, knelt before the tombstone, pressed his face against it, and tried to find a trace of the girl's warmth from it.

Despair burned in his empty eye sockets, consuming his internal organs to ashes.

"I have killed too many people in my life."

He said in a low voice.

"Now... I've only buried you."

His soul also returned to the earth that day.

The scene changed again.

Fu Meng lay prone at the doorway, his usual swagger gone, silently keeping him company.

Even the usually noisy blue crows were quiet and didn't make any noise.

The room was deathly silent.

I don’t know how much time has passed.

Wei Zhao rose without a trace of sorrow or joy, reached for the box beside his pillow with his right hand, and stepped out, his left sleeve hanging empty. He bumped into Xiao Huaiyan who was walking towards him.

Xiao Huaiyan observed his expression and asked cautiously, "Are you going out?"

Wei Zhao remained silent.

She just watched him in silence.

Xiao Huaiyan's lips moved, wanting to tell him to take it easy and move on. His sister-in-law had been dead for more than half a year; he shouldn't dwell on the past. But looking at Wei Zhao, he couldn't bring himself to say it.

Who could possibly forgive such a thing?

He closed his mouth again and slowly made way.

Wei Zhao stepped past him and left.

Xiao Huaiyan hesitated for a long time before following. But as they passed the artificial rockery, Ning Yunling grabbed his arm.

Ning Yunling pursed her lips: "What kind of girl could he possibly miss so much? Look at him, he's not even human anymore."

“But my aunt doesn’t care. She used to be the strictest with my brother, controlling everything, but now she’s pretending to be deaf and blind.”

What kind of person?

What Wei Zhao has his eye on, can it be anything bad?

Xiao Huaiyan still remembers how Wei Zhao was when Yu Tingwan was still alive. He was considerate and thoughtful, and would always ladle a bowl of soup for her before meals. If Yu Tingwan hadn't had hands, he probably would have fed her the soup himself.

The kind of concern that makes you afraid of getting too cold or too hot.

Yet, perfectly healthy people perished under his protection. He had left so many people in Zexian, scheming and plotting with every possible plan. In the end, his wife and daughter still died, along with their unborn child.

Aside from the shadowy figure, the dog emperor had also given a death order to the generals heading to the border before his death.

Who could have imagined that when the enemy attacked and the border was overwhelmed, all the generals who had surrendered to the Ying family would focus their attention on a weak woman?

Even with the Wei family army fighting desperately to protect them in front, and the secret guards sent by Gu Fuju out of distrust, they couldn't stop wave after wave of feints and diversions.

Xiao Huaiyan sighed deeply, not daring to think about it anymore. He looked at Ning Yunling.

Do you know why he's still alive?

Ning Yunling: ? ? ?

What is this nonsense?

Does this mean my elder brother is to be buried with me?
Xiao Huaiyan: "What my sister-in-law was most annoyed about before she died was that he didn't cherish his health and disregarded life and death."

A person who speaks gently and softly can be unstoppable when angered.

"And what he fears most is his sister-in-law getting angry."

They're the kind of people you can't appease.

Xiao Huaiyan said, "Auntie is a mother, and she only has this one son left. Wei Zhao lived for the sake of the Duke of Shun's mansion for the first half of his life. Don't you know how much he suffered? Now that the troublemaker of the Ying family has been eliminated, how can you expect Auntie to have the heart to care for him again?"

He brushed Ning Yunling's hand away.

"What's wrong? Wei Zhao hasn't paid any attention to you for a long time, and hasn't even disciplined you with a rattan cane. Are you getting a little smug?"

After saying that, he strode after her in an annoyed manner.

Wei Zhao went to Changdu Temple.

Changdu Temple is located in the suburbs and is very popular with worshippers.

He fought on the battlefield, wading through mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and never believed in ghosts or gods.

He never worshipped Guan Yu or offered sacrifices to the army flag before going to war. But now he has become a regular visitor to the temple.

A young Taoist priest, whose origins are unknown, wandered around the foot of Changdu Temple Mountain and set up a fortune-telling stall.

But there was no one in front of the stall.

Baopu has no business.

He wasn't in a hurry either.

After all, none of the people who came and went had any connection with him.

As he was drifting off to sleep, he suddenly seemed to sense something and looked up at Wei Zhao, who was dressed in casual clothes and had an indifferent expression, not far away.

Baopu immediately perked up.

"Fellow!"

He said hello.

"I see you are destined to meet. Would you like your fortune told? No charge if it's inaccurate."

Wei Zhao glanced at him, then walked on, ignoring him. Bao Pu, clutching the tortoise shell, shook his head and sighed as he watched Wei Zhao's retreating figure.

"The obsessions he carries are too deep."

The Bodhisattva in the temple lowered his brows and looked down, as if he were filled with sorrow and pity.

Wei Zhao lit three incense sticks.

Xiao Huaiyan stayed quietly by his side, just like before.

But Wei Zhao rarely spoke.

"She has never appeared in my dreams. Is it my fault?"

Xiao Huaiyan: "My sister-in-law... must be afraid that you would feel sorry for her if you saw her like this."

"She feels sorry for me."

Wei Zhao offered incense: "I couldn't protect her, yet I still foolishly provoked her. She should blame me."

After leaving the main hall, he walked towards the Bridge of Marriage.

The area was particularly lively, with many engaged unmarried men and women buying a love lock from the stalls in front, having the craftsman engrave their names on it, and then walking together on the bridge, hoping for a smooth marriage.

Seeing the direction he went, Xiao Huaiyan really couldn't figure out Wei Zhao's thoughts.

It couldn't possibly be that Wei Zhao wanted to leave with him.

The two were celebrities in the capital, and wherever they went, they were greeted by crowds who would stop and give way.

This time is no exception.

The Bridge of Marriage was very crowded, but wherever Wei Zhao passed, people made way for him.

He stood in the middle of the bridge, at its highest point.

Take out the box from your sleeve and open it.

Inside is a love lock.

It goes without saying whose name is written on it.

But this lock was clearly different from the ones you buy outside. It was not only exceptionally exquisite, but it was also carved with begonia flower patterns.

Xiao Huaiyan recognized the inscription at a glance as being written by Wei Zhao.

That's true. Wei Zhao would never let this love lock pass through anyone else's hands.

But he... is missing an arm.

I don't know how much wood I ruined or how much effort I wasted.

"This marriage bridge is particularly ineffective. Ning Yunling hung so many of them in her early years, and not a single one came true."

Wei Zhao hung it up and locked it.

The only key that could unlock the door lay in his palm; the moment his fingers closed, the metal emitted a mournful cry as it could not bear the weight.

When he opened his hand again, it had turned into a pinch of golden powder.

Others come to ask for a lifelong marriage.

All he could ask for was... the next life.

Wei Zhao: "Has the wedding date been set?"

Xiao Huaiyan: "It's settled."

He said, "If my sister-in-law hadn't reminded me, I probably wouldn't have had a chance with Shen Zhiyi."

"Good."

Wei Zhao: "Between you and me, there is still one person I have no regrets about."

Something came to mind.

He said.

"It will work."

Wei Zhao said, "I am more devout than anyone else."

After returning home, it was late at night.

Wei Zhao was awakened in the middle of the night once again.

He instinctively reached out to hug his side, but only touched something icy cold.

Wei Zhao stood there, stunned, his expression growing increasingly faint and indifferent.

It felt as if a million steel needles were churning inside Yu Tingwan's skull, and every breath she took made her lungs ache.

She tried to touch Wei Zhao again and again, but it was just a memory, and she touched nothing at all.

She couldn't hold back her tears and sobbed uncontrollably.

She didn't want Wei Zhao to do that.

Perhaps sensing something, Wei Zhao suddenly looked in her direction.

But he couldn't see anything.

He was clearly the only person in the room.

"I forgot again."

He chuckled softly, his voice hoarse like sandpaper rubbing against rusty iron.

"You didn't even leave me a skeleton."