After five years together, Pei Yanli had never once said “I love you,” and Luo Yunqing had always considered himself nothing more than a lover.

Until the day Pei Yanli fell to his death.

Only then did Luo Yunqing discover two golden rings that Pei Yanli had held tightly even in death, and a will prepared long ago, leaving all his fortune to Luo Yunqing. It was then Luo Yunqing finally understood—this man had loved him to death.

And Luo Yunqing had also loved Pei Yanli just as deeply.

After taking revenge, he jumped into the ocean, embracing Pei Yanli’s ashes without hesitation.

He never imagined that when he opened his eyes again, he’d be back in the summer he turned eighteen, just after the college entrance exams, the very year his wealthy birth parents found him.

This time, when his biological brother came asking him to return home and marry in place of their fake young master, Luo Yunqing slowly smiled and agreed.

Husband, here I come!

—

Pei Yanli had injured his legs in a car accident and struggled with recurring complications. Not wishing to burden his arranged marriage partner, he prepared divorce papers in advance and wheeled himself into their bedroom on their wedding night.

But there he found the youth, kneeling on the bed with his slender, pale legs bare, loosely dressed in a silk shirt slipping off his shoulders. The boy blinked innocently and called softly, kitten-like:

“Husband~”

Pei Yanli’s grip tightened on the wheelchair’s armrest.

Divorcing right after marriage seemed too unreasonable. Maybe… they should wait a little longer.

Without a word, he quietly tucked the divorce agreement away.

—

After marriage, Pei Yanli quickly realized one thing clearly: his partner was far too clingy.

Always wanting hugs, always wanting cuddles, trembling and snuggling into his arms whenever thunder rumbled, utterly pitiful.

Again and again, Pei Yanli lowered his boundaries, letting the boy come closer and closer.

Until one stormy night—

Worried about the boy being home alone, Pei Yanli hurried back mid-business meeting. Passing by an alley, his gaze caught on the sight of his supposedly timid, thunder-fearing little wife wielding a metal baseball bat, ruthlessly smashing it onto the fake young master’s childhood friend’s head.

Drops of blood splashed onto his cold face, his expression icy, like a ghost straight from hell.

Then, their eyes met amidst flashes of lightning and roaring thunder.

The bat clattered to the ground. Panicked, Luo Yunqing frantically wiped the blood from his face and stared pitifully through the pouring rain.

“H-husband, it’s thundering—I’m so scared…”

Thunder crashed above, but an eerie silence hung between them.

Just as Luo Yunqing’s heart sank into despair, the car door opened. Pei Yanli calmly held out an umbrella, gently took Luo Yunqing’s hand, guided him back into the car, carefully wiped away the bloody water from his face, and covered his ears before the next clap of thunder.

“Don’t be scared,” Pei Yanli whispered reassuringly, “your husband’s here.”

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