Chapter 4

I floated out of the grave and followed them all the way back to what used to be our home.

In just a short time, the place had undergone a complete transformation.

I liked warm colors, but Chloe was the opposite; she loved black, white, and gray. Our tastes truly clashed.

When we decorated our marital home, to satisfy both of us, half was my preference, half was hers.

Now, the entire house was a dark, gloomy color. The balcony curtains were heavily drawn, letting in not a single ray of light.

It looked incredibly depressing.

The three wedding photos of us hanging on the wall were gone too.

Taking the opportunity, I floated into the bedroom for a look. Ugh, seriously… everything was gone.

Every single trace of me had completely vanished.

I suddenly felt so helpless as a ghost, forced to witness these infuriating things.

Chloe had been curled up on the sofa since they got back, looking sickly and down, her face pale. A few beads of sweat occasionally appeared on her forehead.

This familiar sight immediately told me: her period had arrived.

She had always been a bit delicate, and when her period came, it always hurt terribly. She’d always complain and lean into my arms, asking me to warm her belly.

I instinctively floated over, wanting to warm her belly for her. Julian, I don’t know when, appeared with a warm herbal tea.

"Chloe, drink this while it's hot. You'll feel better. What would you do without me, huh? You never know how to take care of yourself…" Julian said, his voice full of concern, as he helped her up and personally fed her the tea.

I looked at my own translucent, ethereal hand floating in the air, feeling a little dazed. Had I forgotten something again?

Julian kept chattering away as he tended to her. I wanted to slap him. Why was this guy so chatty? So fussy…

But then I remembered, I used to say even more than him.

"Chloe, your time of the month is coming up! Drink fewer cold drinks, eat fewer snacks! Especially ice cream—"

I peered over the computer screen to see a petite figure sneaking away from the fridge, a chocolate ice cream in her hand.

"Chloe! Put that thing back where it belongs, right now!" I couldn't help but roar.

Chloe immediately stopped, looking all pitiful, eyes glistening with tears. "You don't love me anymore! You said you'd be good to me forever, and you won't even let me have ice cream?"

Ah, here we go again with that routine. I stared at her, not angry, but smiling instead.

"Just one bite, don't push it. You know how much it hurts you every month. I don't want to nag, but… I'm just worried you'll be in pain, okay? When you hurt, you cry, and when you cry, I have to comfort you, and then I worry you'll cry your eyes out or tire yourself…"

I prattled on, my words like a machine gun.

See? Not one bit less than Julian.