In my last life, my husband and I were in love for forty years. Until his death, he kept chanting, "Yanru, Yanru." Only then did I know that after decades, he had never forgotten his widowed sister-in-law. I leaned close to his ear, your sister-in-law Yanru died a long time ago, and her body is in the ancient well in the backyard. She has become a mass of bones. Do you want to be buried together? "My husband looked at me expectantly.
