About how my wife resurrected me as tentacles after my death.

The next day, at the entrance of the black market.

Yu Wan pulled her hood down low and stopped to look at every stall that sold magic cores.

But none of them sell level 2 magic cores.

There are grade one items for sale, but their quality isn't very good.

After circling around twice, she sat down in an empty spot against the wall and placed the bronze ritual vessel, wrapped in an old cloth, on the ground.

Chen Yuan extended the tip of his tentacle from her collar and rubbed it against her chin.

Yu Wan looked down at him, then reached out and touched him.

Such ritual objects, imbued with a bloodthirsty aura, are highly sought-after items on the black market, and few dare to touch them.

Yu Wan didn't say anything, just sat there quietly, like a cold statue.

So the bronze ritual vessels lay quietly on the ground all afternoon, and no one dared to come and ask about the price.

It seems there's nothing that can be done about this urgent matter.

However, the altar she had been building in the basement for four years had not been discovered...

It probably won't be that fast now...

The core of the promotion path has not been found.

Although Yu Wan still appeared cold on the surface, Chen Yuan could still sense that she was somewhat disappointed.

Because his little tentacles are going to get rubbed raw.

So he knew.

.......

In the evening, Yu Wan finally put away the bronze ritual vessels and stuffed them back into her backpack.

She stood up, put on her hood, and walked out of the underground street.

Back home from the black market, the streetlights outside began to come on, casting a dim yellow light on the empty streets.

Yu Wan walked a little slowly, her steps not as light as usual.

Chen Yuan lay on her chest, unable to see her face, but could feel her head slightly lowered...

Is it because the ritual objects aren't selling...?

He did notice that Yu Wan was indeed different from before.

She used to be unable to hide her feelings.

Now she has learned to keep a blank expression and to hide her eyes in the shadow of her hood when in front of strangers.

Perhaps he's been gone for too long.

She must have been very happy when I came back.

But she didn't show it much. She just hugged him, kissed him, rubbed against him, and held him in her arms when they slept at night, her fingers resting on his tentacle body.

Those little tricks have become more frequent than before.

But she didn't cry loudly, nor did she say, "Ah Yuan, you're finally back."

She simply accepted his return quietly, as if confirming that it wasn't a dream.

Then life goes on: grocery shopping, cooking, going out of town, doing quests.

Go home, take a shower, and go to sleep.

Just like before, as if he had never left.

.......

However, Yu Wan's slight disappointment disappeared when she looked down and saw him.

"Ah-Yuan," she called softly, "what do you want to eat tonight?"

"Puji puji".

Yu Wan tilted her head, as if translating seriously, then nodded: "Braised pork."

"Pfft."

"Then...make a little of everything?"

......

arrive home.

She pulled Chen Yuan out of her collar and gently placed her on her head.

The tiny tentacles rested on the top of her silvery-white hair.

Then she opened the refrigerator and took out the ingredients she would need for cooking.

In the innermost corner of the refrigerator, there were two cans of wine.

She stared at the two cans of wine for a while.

"Ah-Yuan, would you like a drink?"

She remembered that Chen Yuan used to really like drinking it.

And every time, she would lie to him and say that she looked beautiful when she was drunk, but after just one sip, she would become dizzy and know nothing.

When I woke up the next day, I couldn't remember anything, only that he had led me astray.

"Pfft..." Chen Yuan shook the little tentacle on her head.

"Then have a little, but not too much." Yu Wan took out the two cans of wine.

When people are not feeling well, they want to drink something.

Perhaps it's to forget, to forget the worries of not having sold the ritual objects yet, to forget the anxiety of not having bought the magic core.

Maybe it's just to remember the present, to remember that he's back, to remember him lying softly on top of my head.

.......

Yu Wan took out her cup, looked out the window, and quietly drank.

Outside the window, the night was pitch black, with the streetlights shining in the distance, a small, dim yellow glow.

She said it was for him to drink, but she herself kept drinking it one sip after another.

Her nose tip started to turn red, and the corners of her eyes were tinged with a light pink, her eyes glazed over from being drunk.

She just wanted more, she wanted things to be like they used to be.

Perhaps she's just a greedy person...

Yu Wan finished the second can, and the empty can slipped from her hand, rolled half a circle on the table, and made an empty sound.

She picked up Chen Yuan and kissed him very gently.

Then her head tilted to the side and she collapsed onto the table.

Her head was buried in her arms, with only half of her small face, slightly flushed from the smell of alcohol, showing.

Fell asleep.

The two bottles of wine were poured out, just like before.

Chen Yuan used his tentacles to pick her up and prepare to rest.

However, at this moment, Yu Wan also opened her eyes groggily.

Those blood-red eyes were hazy, looking in Chen Yuan's direction, but their focus was scattered.

She looked at the person in front of her; it wasn't a tentacle, it was a person.

It was Chen Yuan, who had been dead for five years, and whom she had brought back using a forbidden technique, turning him into a small tentacle.

She saw him; it wasn't a hallucination, it wasn't a dream, she was drunk, so drunk that she thought everything before her was real.

Then the corners of her mouth curved up into a very shallow arc.

"Ah Yuan."

The voice was muffled, like the murmur of someone half-asleep.

"I know you always bully me when you're drunk. You thought I didn't know, but I know everything. You just like seeing me blush."

"It was your birthday yesterday, so we should also..."

The following words were too blurry to hear, and she frowned slightly before relaxing.

"The Lunar New Year is in two days, and A-Yuan promised to take me out to eat lots of delicious food tomorrow..."

The voice grew softer and softer, more and more indistinct, until it finally became a string of inaudible murmurs.

Those scenes that are most deeply etched in her memory...

......

Chen Yuan gently placed her on the bed and adjusted the position of the pillows to make her more comfortable.

She was still talking, but her voice grew softer and softer, more fragmented.

He listened from the side, listening to the details he could no longer remember.

The restaurant I promised to take her to, the fireworks show I promised to take her to see, and all the many tomorrows we'll spend together.

He doesn't remember anything, but she remembers everything.

Chen Yuan pulled the blanket up to cover her, leaving only half her face exposed. She was still looking at him, her eyes half-open, her eyelashes trembling slightly.

"Ah Yuan," her voice was so soft it was almost inaudible, "don't go."

Chen Yuan transformed back into a small tentacle, curled up into a tiny ball, and lay beside her pillow. The tips of the tentacles rested on her fingers.

She'll probably be very happy when he can mimic human form...

It's fine if you can only speak.

Yu Wan's hand unconsciously reached out again, pulling Chen Yuan closer to her, her chin resting on his tentacle...

"Tomorrow will be better, A-Yuan..."