After Being Reborn, I Became a Clingy Husband to My Wife and Daughter

My name is Su Xingrui, and I married an iceberg of a man.

In three years of marriage, he never once said the words “I love you.” I thought that was just who he was, coldhearted and incapable of love.

Until I died.

As my soul floated in midair, I saw the man who never spoke of love holding my body, his eyes so empty they looked ready to shatter.

He put our eight-month-old daughter in her crib, then went up to the roof.

He was going to die for me.

Just before he jumped, our daughter’s cries rose from downstairs. That cry pulled him back from the edge of death.

Then I was reborn.

I returned to three years earlier, when he was still alive and our daughter was still in my arms.

I thought everything would go on as before. But

That iceberg of a husband had gone mad.

The first thing he did every morning was stare at me for a long time, then pull me into his arms with a frighteningly tight grip.

He learned to mix formula, change diapers, and tell our daughter stories. He was clumsy, but utterly serious about it.

When our daughter called him “Dad” for the first time, his eyes turned red. He hid in the bathroom and cried for ten minutes.

He often woke with a start in the middle of the night, then wrapped his arms tightly around me from behind, murmuring, “You’re here. As long as you’re still here...”

The man who once couldn’t manage three words in a day now followed me around asking:

“Wife, what do you want to eat today?”

“Wife, are you tired? Let me give you a massage.”

“Wife, Ni'en misses you. Come give her a hug.” (Though really, he was the one who missed me.)

For a while, I wondered if something had possessed him.

Until one day, I happened to see his diary.