But when my husband turned around, my body was still trembling.

He hugged me with one arm and said, "Are you that scared?"

I tried to ignore my stiff body and scolded him, "Is this your way?"

He nodded, a hint of sorrow flashing between his eyebrows, then sighed helplessly, "I can only do this for now."

Then he went into the study and fiddled around for a while, calling out, "Aling, come here."

My husband and I are graduate school classmates. He has called me Aling since we met.

No one has ever called me with such affection, and I really like it when he calls me that.

I deliberately walked slowly into the study. I don't know why, but I just don't want to stay with him now.

"Aling, where is my commercial insurance policy?"

He's always like this, never remembering where his things are.

I walked to the bookshelf and started looking for it.

"Aling, do you remember my credit card password for the joint account?"

I thought for a while and nodded.

"Aling, come here."

He still couldn't find his commercial insurance policy, so he pulled me to his desk.

He opened a folder on his desktop and said, "Look, there are three completed books here. I've already contacted the publishers. The remaining process may have to be handled by you. The copyright here should be worth a house. If you find it too bothersome, you can hire a lawyer specializing in intellectual property to take care of it for you."

I nodded and went back to searching for his insurance policy.

It was not easy to find, but I finally found it and handed it to him.

He took out several savings cards from nowhere and focused on writing on a piece of paper.

He took the commercial insurance policy over and continued writing on the paper.

I had no interest in what he was doing, I just didn't want to see him.

Perhaps because I had been in the dark before, old memories had been triggered these days.

I just want to be alone.

But I couldn't avoid him, so I just looked at him with a gentle expression.

He's usually calm and collected, but now he's a bit flustered.

Oh, on that night, he was even more terrified than he is now.

He seemed to know what I was thinking and put down his pen, smiling and saying, "Aling, I've always wanted to be a good husband."

Then he pulled me over with one arm and said, "These are ICBC, postal, and Bank of China cards. I'm the account holder for all of them. There's over 5 million yuan in total in fixed deposits. You can use them or not, don't worry about when they mature."

I looked at the passwords on the paper, feeling grateful. He knows I never remember these things.

"And my Bank of China card, I know you haven't used the joint card before."

I suddenly felt annoyed and interrupted him, "I got it, thank you."

He smiled at me and gently patted my hand.

Then he turned his head and said, "And my insurance policy, you're the beneficiary. The insurance company will contact you later. Just take the money out and do whatever you want with it."

I walked out of the study, wondering what we should eat tonight.

I heard a voice coming from the study, "Aling, have you ever loved me?"

I turned around and smiled, nodding. "Of course, I've always loved you."

In my heart, I warned myself: at the critical moment, I must act like I wasn't going to die.