I Rekindled My Will to Live for My Wife [Infinite]

When Sui Sui first entered the infinite-flow world, he had lost all his memories and, for some inexplicable reason, desperately wanted to die.

So he watched, utterly calm and indifferent, as everyone racked their brains to solve puzzles, went mad with fear trying to escape the ghosts hunting them, and turned on one another for their only chance to survive.

He simply waited in silence for the instance to end and death to come.

Until one late night.

Outside, ghostly shadows roared and ran rampant. The soil was soaked with the blood of other survivors. Wind and rain battered the doors and windows. A beautiful young man, drenched from head to toe, shivered as he slipped into Sui Sui's room. A cinnabar mole between his brows looked bewitching in the darkness.

Slender fingers reached for his shoulder. The young man's thin body wound around him like a dodder vine, and he leaned close to Sui Sui's ear.

His warm, sweet breath, mingled with the dampness of bloody rain, brushed his cheek, making it tingle and itch.

The young man begged, "Please, big brother, help me. I want to live."

From then on,

no one could forget that night of blood and terror.

The hooded man they'd dismissed as a useless slacker sliced open a path with a single finger. In his arms, he carried a slender young man wrapped in his coat, nestled affectionately against his shoulder. The man killed anyone who stood in his way, be they gods or Buddhas.

The rules of an instance that had seemed unwinnable crumbled to dust. The ghosts that had run rampant for days fled in terror in the blink of an eye, and the entire instance came crashing down.

The sleeping lion had finally opened his eyes.

Everyone said the new king of the infinite-flow world was brilliant and immensely powerful, and that even the hardest SSS-level instances couldn't hold him. His only weakness was his taste for beauty: he insisted on dragging around a good-for-nothing who couldn't do a thing.

No one knew that, in a place unseen by anyone after an instance ended, the beautiful young man stood tall and graceful, while the ghosts who had once bared their claws and fangs and thirsted for blood knelt obediently before him.

Yu Qiqing sighed helplessly.

Another day of pretending to be the deadweight so her husband would want to keep living.

Saved on 2022.9.2

Theme: Don't let the dead make you lose the will to live.