"Yes. They said that when you were sleeping, you suddenly struggled against the air, and then...you undressed yourself and put on another identical piece of clothing from the wardrobe."

I could hardly believe what I was hearing.

This behavior was too bizarre.

"When we arrive at our hometown, we'll give Dr. Chen a call. She's familiar with your condition and might be able to determine the cause of your illness."

Absentmindedly, I responded to my husband's words, speculating vaguely that my mental state might be the issue.

After returning to our hometown, we stayed in the old house that my parents left behind.

My parents died in a car accident after I graduated from college.

They left behind the company, a large inheritance, and this house in our hometown.

Since taking over the company, I had never returned here.

This was the first time we had returned since getting married.

Away from the hustle and bustle of the city, the air around me felt much fresher.

We had been driving all night and both of us were exhausted, so we quickly lay down to rest after a hasty clean-up.

To help me sleep soundly, my husband made a cup of milk for me to drink.

"Don't worry, go to sleep. I'll be here watching over you," he reassured me.

Holding me in his arms, we soon fell asleep.

"Wife...wife..."

That damned voice again!

It had even followed us to our hometown!

At that moment, anger overcame fear.

My only thought was that I would annihilate whoever or whatever it was!

I felt the breath getting closer and closer, and I fiercely raised my hand to strike.

"Wife, why are you hitting me?"

My husband, looking aggrieved, held his face.

Drowsily, I opened my eyes and looked around.

There was no one else in sight but my husband.

Yet, a clear slap mark was now imprinted on his fair face.

Apologizing and explaining hurriedly, I said, "I'm sorry, I thought I was having another hallucination."

Seeing my distressed expression, my husband hugged me tenderly, "Don't overthink it. It's just the two of us here, nothing will happen to you."

We snuggled for a while, and then my husband let go of me, "Get up and eat, I just finished making lunch. I was going to call you but then you slapped me, my face still hurts. I'll go find some ice to put on it, you freshen up and come out to eat."

I responded absentmindedly and got up to check my phone, accidentally dropping it under the bed.

When I retrieved it, the back was covered in dust.

I absentmindedly wiped it with a piece of paper and noticed that one small area was noticeably less dusty than the rest.

Frowning in thought, I wondered if I had stored something under the bed previously.

"Wife, what are you doing? Why haven't you come out to eat yet?"

My husband stood at the door, holding an ice pack to his face and looking in the direction of the bed with a questioning expression.

Brushing the dust off me, I said, "My phone fell under the bed, and I noticed the entire area is covered in dust. Let’s tidy it up this afternoon."

My husband glanced at the bed and laughed, "My dear queen, just rest peacefully. After we finish eating, I'll clean the room."

Once everything was settled, my husband and I took a walk by the river.

It was early summer, and a gentle breeze carried away the heat in the air.

I linked arms with my husband, sharing amusing stories with each other as we walked.

Along the way, we encountered many familiar faces from the past.

This was the first time I brought my husband back to my hometown, and there were many people greeting us.

Amidst the lively crowd, I had a feeling of a cold gaze directed at us.

I looked around and soon met the eyes of the one behind that chilling gaze as we turned a corner.