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My husband and I's fifth wedding anniversary may very well become my death anniversary. Recently, I have begun to wonder if the man lying next to me every night is still the same man as yesterday. His body temperature was 35°C in the morning, 37°C before going to bed, and the 2°C in between. Did someone outside warm his bed... Or was he a ghost during the day and resurrected at night? Yesterday he said he wanted to buy me some tangerines, but today he said it didn't happen. One moment the desire is frightening, the next moment I am in platonic love. Just like just now, I hugged him from behind while he was frying eggs, and he jumped away from me like an electric shock, oil splashing on the back of my hand. "Xiao Shu, are you okay?" He immediately grabbed my hand to flush the water, but retracted the moment his fingertips touched mine, "I'm going to get the medical kit." After five years of marriage, my husband clings to me and his palms are always hot. But just now his hands were freezing cold. It's not the coldness of just washing your hands, it's the coldness of a dead person that makes people tremble in their hearts. Could it be that my husband is a ghost and is afraid of me as a human being? He worked overtime and came back very late. After waiting on the bed for a long time, my hands gently covered his chest. The heartbeat is steady and the heart is burning. I just breathed a sigh of relief when I suddenly saw the screen of his mobile phone flash: [Brother Fu, we will definitely deal with her in three days. Don't be soft-hearted.