"Lin Xiaoyou!! Liguang came to see me!! She even made me tea!!"
"...Senior, are you so lovesick you've gone crazy? Need a woman? Then I'll treat you to—"
"Get lost!! I'm serious!!"
"...Huh?!"
...
"...Anyway, starting now, you'd better not make Liguang angry again! Otherwise, Liguang, she's a goddess descended to earth, she'll kill you!"
"I'm sorry!! I'm sorry, Mother Liguang!! I was wrong! Spare me! At least—"
Lin Xiaoyou's exaggerated wailing came through the phone!
"—At least wait until we get back before you kill me!! Not now!!"
Fang Qi couldn't be bothered to banter with her and hung up directly!
Ahh, satisfied...!
Just now, he'd told Lin Xiaoyou about Liguang's appearance.
Besides wanting her to think it over and analyze the situation...
He admitted, he had a tiny bit of selfish motive.
Just a tiny bit.
He simply...
Wanted to show off his wife!
So what?
His wife had secretly come back while he was asleep!
And she'd made him tea!
Wife is the best!
If he didn't brag about something like this to someone, he'd burst!
Now he felt better!
Fang Qi tossed his phone onto the coffee table.
Then he paced back and forth across the living room.
Anyway...
No doubt about it!
Strawberry sweetness on the pillow, a fifty-two degree cup of hot tea on the coffee table—who else could it be but Liguang!
Even the genius miss hadn't objected to his theory!
So...
His crazy woman, his wild wife, had actually snuck in to do her thing while he was asleep!
But...
Fang Qi quickened his pace!
"Pitter-patter!"
He paced back and forth!
Why did she only show up after he fell asleep?
And why did she vanish again by the time he woke up?
Couldn't she do it while he was awake?
It's not like he'd eat her!
Well... okay, he might actually "eat" her...
But what was wrong with that?!
They were legally married—they'd had a wedding!
Okay, fine, maybe not exactly legal...
But they were married nonetheless!
How strange...!
Fang Qi stopped at the coffee table, bent down, picked up the tea that had gone slightly cold, and took another sip.
The tea's fragrance spread through his mouth—slightly bitter, with a sweet aftertaste.
Holding the cup, he let his gaze fall on his own blurred reflection in the tea's surface, and suddenly blinked.
...Huh?
Come to think of it... Hadn't this situation happened before?
Liguang waking up only while he was asleep, then hiding again before he woke up...
Had it happened before?
...Ah!
His eyes flew wide open!
He remembered now!
Wasn't this exactly...
The way the complete Liguang, with all her memories, used to behave?!
In the weeks before those eighty-two loops, at night! She would wake with full memories while he slept, humming him lullabies, lying on his chest to listen to his heartbeat...
And before he woke, she'd turn back into that little fool who knew nothing!
Back then, she could only love him in secret, every single time, only after he fell asleep!
Why was that?
Because...
Fang Qi's gaze trembled slightly.
...Because of the eyes of the world.
Back then, Liguang with her complete memories couldn't let the eyes of the world discover the existence of those memories—otherwise...
Her memories would have been "cleaned."
So she could only be her true self when the "eyes of the world" were shut.
And now?
Wasn't it the same principle?
Was it?
Wife, is that how it is?
Are you now also hiding because you don't want the eyes of the world to see?
Wife, say something!
...She couldn't say anything.
But...
Fang Qi furrowed his brow!
No.
No, no, no!
The Liguang now wasn't the Liguang of before!
The Liguang now had long since stopped fearing the eyes of the world!
Even in those previous loops, they could casually talk about "save-scumming" together!
In the last loop, she'd even declared war directly against the eyes of the world!
—She will poke out its eyes.
How could she still be afraid of the eyes of the world now?!
Let alone the fact that she herself was practically in the same state as the "eyes of the world" now, right?
...Hmm?
Fang Qi blinked.
...What if his wife herself WAS the eyes of the world?
In that case, her only being able to appear while he was asleep...
That kind of made sense too?
When he was awake, his eyes were the "eyes of the world"—the window through which Liguang observed the world!
Through his eyes, she watched the world, watched his every move, listened to every word in his heart!
But in that state...
She could only watch, only listen, only feel jealous!
And then, in a fury, she'd stir up the entire world into chaos!
But after he fell asleep...
His eyes closed.
The observation ceased.
So...
Liguang no longer needed to observe the world "through his eyes."
...She was free.
Everything in that place returned to its place. And so, she could briefly break free from her "goddess" state, descend to his side...
And make him that cup of fifty-two degree tea.
...Was that it?
Fang Qi's eyes grew wider and wider!
The more he thought about it, the more possible it seemed!
Holding the cup, he took another big gulp!
The tea had gone completely cold by now, but...
It didn't matter!
Tea made by his wife was delicious even when cold!
Even when it wasn't fifty-two degrees!
He pressed hard against his temples, thinking furiously!
Anyway...
His crazy woman, his goddess wife, had truly "descended to earth" to be with him!
But now...
She could probably only appear while he slept?
"...Ha!"
Fang Qi laughed.
And let out a trembling breath.
...Good.
Good...!
Even though they still couldn't talk, still couldn't embrace...
At least she'd come back!
Then...
He blinked, and noticed something else.
Hmm?
He slowly turned his head and took a careful look at the living room he'd lived in for years.
The living room...
Seemed a little different?
The remote controls, tissue boxes, and charging cables that had been scattered all over the TV stand and sofa...
Had all been neatly organized into their proper places!
On the TV stand, the withered yellow leaves of the pothos plant had been plucked away, and the remaining green leaves had been carefully wiped clean, shining with a glossy sheen.
...Ah.
His wife Liguang seemed to have also helped him...
He instinctively glanced toward the kitchen.
On the counter, the seasoning bottles that had been randomly left about were all arranged by height, and the dishes and bowls were all turned upside down on the drying rack.
It was noticeably tidier.
Ah... right!
The study!
He turned his head and looked into the study!
He'd looked at it just a moment ago—the little room that had once been Liguang's!
Just now, he'd only been focused on searching for Liguang, so he hadn't noticed the state of the room itself.
Originally, this had been a cluttered study.
Books had been stuffed haphazardly into the crooked bookshelves, and cardboard boxes and old magazines were piled in the corners.
But now...
The books on the shelf had all been reorganized by category.
The old magazines in the cardboard boxes had been sorted, and the expired ones were tied up in a bundle and placed against the corner of the wall.
Even the screen of the desktop computer had been wiped spotlessly clean!
...Had his wife cleaned all of this up bit by bit, while he was asleep?
Fang Qi stood at the study's doorway, feeling something swell warmly in his chest.
Liguang, you...!
Even though they probably wouldn't stay in this world much longer before having to go back...
Even though this wasn’t their real home.
Even though this room would never become Liguang’s room…
She still tidied it up, though.
Just like she had in that safe room at the research institute.
Cans sorted and stacked by category, yoga mat laid out perfectly straight, a little night light made from pixel mushrooms placed in the corner.
No matter where she was, no matter how long she’d stay…
She always wanted to give him a proper home.
That was wonderful.
Fang Qi sniffled, turned around, and walked back to the living room, plopping down onto the sofa.
His whole body sank into the soft cushions, and he let out a long, heavy breath.
His wife was amazing.
Really.
So amazing…!
He reached for the teacup, tilted his head back, and drained it in one go!
Not a single drop of the tea his wife brewed could go to waste.
This was…!
This was…
He suddenly froze.
This was…
The tea Liguang had brewed for him.
Tea at 52 degrees.
Wait.
This cup of tea…
What did it do, again?
He blinked, then slowly lowered his gaze, staring at the empty white porcelain cup in his hand.
Come to think of it, he hadn’t had this tea in over a hundred days…
He’d kind of forgotten, actually.
Trapped in that research institute maze for a full hundred days — there was no 52-degree tea to be found.
And after he respawned, he’d run into the timeline being tampered with, and Liguang had vanished entirely!
But now…
He looked down at the empty cup on the coffee table, his gaze going slightly unfocused.
…Liguang was back, and she’d brewed him this tea.
So this cup of tea…
Was it a save-point tea?
Fang Qi was stunned.
So did that mean…
He had just saved his game in this world?
Huh…?!
He lowered his head, staring at the ring of dried tea stain inside the cup, his pupils slowly dilating.
Saved?
In this timeline?
This world without Dawn, without Liguang, where all disasters ran wild because of Liguang’s jealousy…
Had become his latest save point?
…What did that mean?
But before he could even think it through, he suddenly noticed…
There was a faint patch of tea stain on the surface of the coffee table.
Fang Qi: “?”
Had he spilled some when he drank just now?
No, he hadn’t!
It wasn’t him!
And Liguang, with her personality — since she’d cleaned the entire place…
How could she have left a tea stain on the coffee table?
She wouldn’t have.
Could it be…!
Fang Qi’s heart skipped a beat!
He suddenly leaned closer to that patch on the table, squinting to examine it!
And then…
His pupils shrank!
Sure enough!
This wasn’t an ordinary tea stain!
It was…
Words written with a finger dipped in tea!
Already half dried, edges a little blurred, but…
Still legible!
What it said was…
[If Master takes the subway again, Liguang will break Master’s legs]
Fang Qi: “…”
Okay.
Honey, I’m sorry.
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