The Sixth Month of a Possessive Widower Secretly Mourning His Wife

[Marriage first, love later + resentful husband with a secret crush + light mystery + twisted love + violent aesthetics]

[Powerhouse, oblivious dog-girl who loves to bait people * gloomy, ghostly man pretending to be an aloof beauty]

"A Forged Spring"

College student Yu Fei transmigrates into a semi-open horror game. If she can't clear it, she dies.

Her new neighbor in the game seems a little strange.

From the first glance to her gut feeling, everything about him puts her off.

But she still agrees to team up with him. It is a horror game, after all.

Wait, something's not right. Why is the boss's punishment copied from a fanfic...

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Xie Chen, a Federation senior medical officer,

a powerful, abstinent, icy colonel.

Everything about him is perfect, except his marriage.

He was tricked into marrying her. His home is cold, while his wife laughs and carries on as she pleases.

But she disappeared six months ago.

“If she's neither alive nor dead, we might as well consider her dead.”

Everyone laughs: This must be exactly what the colonel wanted!

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The man gazes at the cultivation pod, his eyes as dark as an abyss.

He bends down and kisses her, his voice low and husky: “My wife.”

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He'd imagined that if being his wife caused her so much pain,

then he should just let her go.

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When they meet again, she looks at him with nothing but unfamiliarity.

The man says nothing. He only chains her to the headboard, kisses away her burning tears, and holds her tight as if trying to smother her. His cold voice brushes past her ear: “Forgot? You're still my wife.”

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At last, he remembers why he came.

He cultivated her with his own hands, again and again.

The girl just smiles, unconcerned, and tells him, “Don't be afraid.”

Because his wife is an unparalleled killing machine he created with his own hands.

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Who turns whom into a specimen, and who sets the boundaries of observation?

Who makes whom an experimental subject, and who falls within whose field of view?

There was never any definite answer, was there?