Wife, My Husband Misses You so Much

I was hit by a car because I saved that little lolita and fell in a pool of blood. When I woke up, I only saw the maid who claimed to be my personal body crying beside my bed. Where was I? Why are all the furniture made of wood? ． ． Have I traveled through time? He claimed to have sold his body to bury his father, and gave him money out of good intentions. He made a fuss and wanted to leave me, so I had no choice but to let him work as a handyman in my house. Unexpectedly. ． ． What happened one after another changed everything about my life.