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Yang Zhi Kui never expected that in the pitch-black night, he would encounter his goddess, his beloved. Lying on the ground was none other than Zhu Liang, her body already mutilated. Under the dim moonlight, he could see a large gaping hole in her abdomen, revealing a dark void within.
In an instant, he found it hard to accept such dreadful news; Yang Zhi Kui fell into a state of hysteria. He reached out and dug into Zhu Liang's belly, only to discover that it was filled with sponges. Fear gripped him to the core, yet he found himself unable to scream or utter a sound.
With a swift motion, Yang Zhi Kui pulled out the needle embedded in Zhu Liang's vein and cradled her in his arms, moving forward. Zhu Liang was light, weighing around one hundred pounds to begin with, and with her insides missing, she felt even lighter. Yang Zhi Kui had considerable strength, and carrying Zhu Liang felt effortless.
He couldn't quite comprehend why he didn't call for help when it came to Zhu Liang; his mind went blank at the thought of her.
As he traversed through the fields, he kept glancing down at Zhu Liang.
Her face was devoid of color, as if coated with thick makeup. Not a drop of blood remained on her body; he wondered where it had all gone. Holding Zhu Liang close, Yang Zhi Kui felt her weightlessness. Despite his stubborn belief that Zhu Liang liked him, he had never acted on those feelings beyond mere obsession and stalking.
Most of the time, Yang Zhi Kui followed Zhu Liang from a distance, shyly hiding behind trees like a child playing hide-and-seek. He waited for the moment when she would walk up to him and say, “Wow, you’ve passed! You can be my boyfriend now.”
That moment would never come.
Then another thought struck him: now that Zhu Liang was in his arms, why couldn’t he marry her? With this idea in mind, Yang Zhi Kui made a silent decision. He needed to place Zhu Liang somewhere suitable and wait for the day they could be wed. Leaving her in the fields was not an option; wild dogs or insects might come to devour her. But bringing her back to his dormitory would surely raise suspicion.
Lost in thought as he walked, Yang Zhi Kui soon found himself near the crematorium.
He spotted the crematorium's wall in the distance.
Years ago, when his grandfather passed away, he had visited the crematorium in his hometown. He knew there were designated places for bodies where they could remain intact for a long time. As Yang Zhi Kui approached the crematorium, he followed the wall's edge, hoping to find an entrance.
After only a few steps, he saw a girl standing before him.
Now that he thought about it, Yang Zhi Kui couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat. However, at that moment, all his thoughts were focused on Zhu Liang. He didn't realize how absurd and terrifying it was for a seven or eight-year-old child to appear near a crematorium.
Yang Zhi Kui held Zhu Liang in his arms, looking at the girl, who was also staring back at him.
"What happened to her?" the girl asked, pointing at Zhu Liang in Yang Zhi Kui's embrace.
At that moment, Yang Zhi Kui was already in a state of hysteria. He replied, "This is my wife."
"What does 'wife' mean?" the girl asked again.
Yang Zhi Kui looked at her and said, "A wife is my partner, my wife."
"I know." Upon hearing Yang Zhi Kui's words, the girl interjected, "My dad often calls my mom 'wife.' Is that what it means?"
Yang Zhi Kui nodded.
The girl continued, "This sister looks like my mom, but now I have to go. Here, take this."
She extended her hand, revealing a piece of candy. She placed the candy into Yang Zhi Kui's pocket.
As Yang Zhi Kui looked at the candy in his hand, the girl had already started walking toward the fields, her figure gradually blending into the night. At that moment, Yang Zhi Kui felt no fear and didn't think much of it. He continued to hold Zhu Liang and walked forward. After a while, he noticed an opening in the wall.
The opening was about a meter high; the wall had collapsed, and bricks were piled up like steps on the outside. He climbed up these makeshift steps. Inside the opening was a stone platform; he took a light step and stood on it. Without putting Zhu Liang down, Yang Zhi Kui entered the crematorium.
As soon as he stepped inside, he saw a vague figure holding a fireball and mumbling something in the yard. Fearing discovery, he hurriedly placed the body in the grass and crouched down among the foliage. The indistinct figure mumbled for a moment before walking further away.
He watched as the fireball floated and then vanished into the yard, seemingly leaving through the main gate of the crematorium.
Once everyone had left, Yang Zhi Kui finally stood up. He picked up Zhu Liang and wandered around inside the crematorium. It was pitch black inside, and he could see nothing. He searched for a full hour in that dark place before finally locating the body in the Refrigerator.
He opened each drawer one by one, closing them if he found someone inside. After some time, he placed Zhu Liang's body in the Cold Storage and reluctantly left.
From that moment on, Yang Zhi Kui developed a hysteria. He never considered that Zhu Liang was dead; his mind was filled with thoughts of wanting to marry Zhu Liang.
That night, he returned home well past one o'clock, and his Boss had already gone home.
As expected, he was scolded by his Boss for being late. He explained that he had gotten carried away playing at an internet café. His Boss didn’t suspect him further, and he continued working there. He spent his time learning car repair skills from Master while also helping out with simpler tasks like changing oil.
In the evenings, he began to gather all his belongings. When he left the village, his parents had given him two thousand yuan to use until he found a job. However, he had never touched that money; he was a very frugal person. While working at the restaurant, he ate leftovers from customers and would sleep under a bridge at night. It was only when winter became unbearable that he rented a room.
After several years of this struggle, he finally settled at Old Wang's Repair Shop.
Although his salary was only three hundred a month, it covered food and lodging, allowing him to save that entire amount. He calculated his savings and realized that over the years, he had managed to accumulate twenty thousand yuan.
This was all of Yang Zhi Kui's possessions; his most valuable item was a smartphone that cost five hundred yuan, which he had been using for three years.
Next, he took a day off.
He went to the largest shopping center in Dragon City and entered a jewelry store selling gold and silver.
The salesperson looked at Yang Zhi Kui, who was dressed in tattered clothes with hands smeared in black oil, and completely ignored him. To these people, Yang Zhi Kui did not seem like a customer who would spend money; he appeared to be just a shabby country bumpkin who had never seen the world. No one approached him; in fact, some even hinted for him to leave quickly.
He stood frozen in front of a pair of rings, his eyes fixed on them. He glanced at the price tag—exactly twenty thousand.
"I want to buy this," he said softly.
A salesperson scoffed, looking at Yang Zhi Kui. "Do you know how much this ring costs? It's not something you can afford. Don't block us from doing business here."
Yang Zhi Kui didn't get angry; he merely chuckled lightly and pulled out twenty thousand from his heavily worn satchel. He had specifically withdrawn this amount from the bank that morning. He could have transferred the money online, but he had never seen so much cash in his life.
Today, he would fulfill two wishes, and this was the first.
The salesperson's expression softened as she smiled and placed the money into the cash verifier, confirming that all twenty thousand was genuine. Yang Zhi Kui didn't haggle; he happily took the two rings and left the store. He was filled with excitement all the way home; at twenty years old, this was the happiest moment of his life.
That evening, he prepared a new outfit to wear for the second occasion.
After work today, Yang Zhi Kui splurged ten yuan to wash up at a nearby bathhouse for three hours. He spent another ten yuan to have a scrub from a bath attendant. The dirt and grime fell away in heaps, startling the attendant. As he was leaving, the attendant asked for an additional five yuan as a "service fee."
After checking in with Boss Wang about the inventory, he left the repair shop and headed toward the crematorium. Boss Wang didn’t even check upstairs, assuming he was still on the second floor.
Upon arriving near the crematorium, he followed his previous path inside. This time, he was familiar with the surroundings; he avoided Old Wei and quietly slipped into Cold Storage. Approaching the Refrigerator, he opened a compartment to reveal Zhu Liang's body. He carefully lifted it out and placed it gently on an iron bed nearby.
The body was stiff from being refrigerated. Standing beside it, he spoke to Zhu Liang, "I’m here; you must be testing me. I promise I will marry you in this life. Look what I brought you."
With that, he took out the pair of rings. When combined, they formed a heart shape; when separated, they resembled two crescent moons—exquisitely crafted to symbolize love. He placed the larger ring on his own ring finger and gently slid the smaller one onto Zhu Liang's finger.
It seemed as if they were meant to be together; the ring fit perfectly on Zhu Liang's finger and looked stunning.
He gently leaned down and kissed Zhu Liang on the cheek. It was cold, yet also warm.
His heart felt warm.
After getting married, he chatted with Zhu Liang for a while about stories from their middle school days and shared what he had been doing after graduating from middle school, working outside. Once they were done talking, Yang Zhi Kui lifted her back into the freezer.
"I'll come to see you tomorrow," Yang Zhi Kui lightly kissed her forehead and pushed the drawer closed.
When he returned, he was grabbed by Yuan Jun.
"But what about your clothes?"
The story concluded, Jiang He pointed at Yang Zhi Kui and asked.
"I gave my clothes to Zhu Liang," Yang Zhi Kui replied. "I'm wearing them on her."
"What about Zhu Liang's clothes when you met her?" Jiang He asked again.
"Right!" Yang Zhi Kui snapped back to attention, still quite sharp. "The first time I picked her up and put her in the Refrigerator, she was wearing clothes!"
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