Returning from the Dead: His Secret Lover

Chapter 1435 He Appeared Like A God

It was indeed as if the man she was waiting for had disappeared from the face of the Earth. Or perhaps he had gone back to his home country.

On her fourth day at the temple, Ichika carried two big wooden buckets and headed off to the river to fetch water. Snow had fallen earlier, and the land outside the temple was a vast expanse of white.

Having been pampered since little, this was no easy feat for her. With arduous effort, she had finally managed to lift the buckets of water off the ground when she suddenly lost her footing.

Thunk!

The girl tumbled to the ground, and the buckets immediately slipped off her fingers, which were by then red and numb from the cold.

At that, she finally burst into tears and wailed uncontrollably, especially at the sight of her hands that were bleeding from being cut by the sharp ice on the ground.

She was, after all, just a twenty-year-old young woman.

Suddenly, the sound of footsteps crunching on snow and ice sounded, and a moment later, a pair of black handmade men’s leather boots appeared in front of her.

“Huh?” Teary-eyed, she blinked and then lifted her head.

your new life of

under the dazzling sunlight like a god that had just descended from heaven. The sight was so surreal Ichika thought she must have been

“H-Hubby?”

hubby? You’re a nun now. Where would you get a

a cool expression on his handsome face. Even his eyes were chilly

Ichika fell silent.

a little as she averted her gaze and struggled to get off

a husband anymore. I guess I am

she picked up the two cracked buckets and

go back to that place now, I am going to leave and never come back again. I’m not as selfless as you imagine. I’m only an ordinary man, vulnerable to hate and resentment like everyone else. I only came

did not attempt to coax

he had endured the past few

were not altogether pleasant to the ears either.

fact that he had even managed to do this was already

it were the past, he would have returned to his home country by

as if she

an invisible hammer was pounding in her chest, all the hurt, pain, and hopes that she had held inside instantly broke free and

sprang into her

turned toward him, tears streaming down

answer but asked instead,

head, unable to

then. That’s all that matters. I no longer want to think about the past anymore. You saw how I came

gaze and tone softened, and he was beginning to sound like

felt a burst

the two buckets in her hands,