A sardonic chuckle rippled from Zhang Fengxi's throat, a private jest that echoed in the bustling depths of the Dark Capital. He followed in the Goddess's wake, his footsteps a faint rhythm against the vibrant cacophony of the city.
"You tricked me," he then said. "I was expecting to meet my wife before he returns on the seventh day."
[I will not let you steal his soul away,] the Goddess spoke with a nonchalant tone. [Don't you think that it is absolutely disrespectful to do that to the Crown Prince?]
"He will want to stay," Zhang Fengxi argued as they walked past several lost souls that wandered the streets. Some souls were sitting at the side of the streets and complained about broken legs.
"For me. For our children."
Speaking about their children.
Zhang Fengxi's heart ached with the weight of his guilt, a silent torment that was not lost on the Goddess's discerning gaze.
