After traversing to the apocalypse, I am extremely delighted as a Demon Cultivator - Chapter 39

He hadn’t even met his so-called “fiancé” when he found himself labeled as an “abandoned husband.” Discussing marriage had always been a sensitive topic for him, but he ended up falling victim to a cunning plot that involved marriage, dowry theft, and a seemingly arrogant “high and mighty” family. Those individuals who posed as “orphans” and “villains” wore sinister grins on their faces. They audaciously conspired against this young master, ensuring that peace eluded his family day in and day out. And now, what was this? The supposed “orphan” had suddenly transformed into a royal grandson?! Tears welled up in Lin Yuxing’s eyes as he exclaimed, “My love, let’s continue our days of togetherness!”

The world’s worst offense, is called Love.

Lin Wei and Zong Shao had an arranged marriage. They had been separated for four years, so much so that they had two children, but the husband and wife were no closer than ordinary friends.
Lin Wei thought that she and Zong Shao would be a plastic husband and wife for the rest of their lives. It was not until she had a dream on the way with the army that she realized that her husband was Bai Yueguang, who the female protagonist could not ask for in the age text.
And she is the white moonlight of the white moonlight.
In the novel, they are married, and the husband and wife are in love. After her untimely death, he missed her all his life and never married again.
After waking up from the dream, Lin Wei thoughtfully looked at the expressionless man in front of her and thought:
It turns out that he loves me so much, so I should love him a little too.
*First get married and then fall in love, raise a baby on the island, and write short texts in the parents’ room.

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How long I’d been here, I couldn’t quite recall. From this sorry situation, I as always raised my eyes to the sky; a sky in which the great, massive sun was clad in levity. Sunlight poured gently upon all. What a blessing it would have been for the world if only the skies could remain clear. For tomorrow too, and for all days to come, I was to continue to pray for calm. To endure for those who cried, with desperation I remained in prayer.

And then, one freezing, forlorn, soulless, stagnant, drizzly day we died. Or so I thought…