Recently, in his dreams, a vague figure appeared, though he couldn't clearly see its features.
But he knew it was his wife.
He could feel her holding him, gently stroking his fur.
Sometimes, while sleeping, he would snuggle up next to her.
The scent on her body, the aura of her soul, was unmistakable to him.
Thus, the part of him prone to darkness became instinctively closer to her.
Whenever he could do something for her, he wanted to do more, and then some more.
He wished for her to be happy and relaxed, not wanting her to be tired.
That's why he remembered everything she said.
If he could arrange it for her, he would.
"I didn't expect you to remember these things."
In the Oasis where Xie Guixue lived, during those days she stayed with Xie Guixue every day, she talked a lot.
He didn't speak much; he listened intently whenever she talked, silently accompanying her.
Sometimes she just said things casually, probably forgetting them herself.
Yet, he remembered.
