He only had three days left.
When Shen Zhiwei turned over Fu Jingzhou's name in the book of life and death in the underworld, his hands were shaking. She is a judge and has judged tens of thousands of dead souls, but she never thought that one day she would see her husband's name. Yangshou: three days.
She changed the book of life and death. One year, twenty-six years, in exchange for twenty-six days. She aged twenty-six years, turning from thirty to fifty-six. Wrinkles creep up to the corners of my eyes, and my fingers turn into dead branches. She didn't dare let him know. She came back from the underworld at three o'clock in the morning every day, and he said she looked bad. She said it was okay. She cooked noodles for him every day, and her hands were shaking. He asked if she was tired. She said no. She looks at him every day and wants to remember his face. He said what happened to her. She said nothing.
He didn't know she was only twenty-six days old. He didn't know she was burning with life with every breath she took. He didn't know that she was writing his name all over the wall.
What she didn't know was that he was writing too. In another way. With his life.
The last page of the book of life and death reads - "Shen Zhiwei, Yang Shou, give me in exchange."
This cannot be changed by the judge. This was his own choice.
