Side Story: Hell on Earth
Chapter 118
Melding into a single entity
As a new wife, Ange was learning the most difficult lesson. For a young girl who had never held a man's hand, who had never even dared to approach a man, this was an extremely severe test.
The little girl had to do delicate things, which only meant speaking less and avoiding conversation. If one faced the facts directly, no matter the reason, the person involved had to admit that this delicate, sensitive issue was not suitable for a teenage girl.
For Ange, although she had mentally prepared herself before becoming a wife, this "responsibility" still far exceeded her ability. Still, she tried her best to fulfill that first "responsibility." That effort had its roots in the genocide. No family had suffered more losses and pain than Maria's family.
The unfortunate ones had already prepared themselves to endure the torment of their conscience. If forced to commit the most heinous, the greatest crime of their lives, even incest, and doing immoral things, the family was determined to trample on everything just to survive.
Belief sympathized with the victims whose minds had been twisted by hell toward extremes and deviations, causing the Angel to do mundane human things.
Ange was completely willing. She hoped the family would be forever peaceful, warm, happy, and together for life. The bond between husband and wife was always like that; a third party simply had no chance to seduce the husband, seduce the wife, or destroy the family's happiness.
It was precisely her devotion to the one she loved most… and her feelings for her husband… that made Belief feel even more ashamed before his understanding wife — she had been forced to grow up, to share the burden, to take care of the family.
Ji sweetly gazed at the man she trusted for life. She silently thanked the deities in her heart and also felt proud that she had chosen the right person in that earthly hell.
Ange was surprised that her husband was suddenly moved, not hiding the traces of sorrow that had penetrated deep into his heart.
When she heard her husband choke out an apology, the girl was stunned. Ange turned to Ji. The elder sister slightly shook her head, stopping her younger sister from asking.
Ji signaled for Ange to be quiet so that her husband could pour out all the heavy feelings in his heart… and… express his intense love for his wife.
"I love you!"
With each confession came a kiss full of desire… with… the one he deeply loved, reaching the peak of emotion. That emotion was respect for a loved one who always cared for the family.
That emotion was a wife's trembling deep within her heart, willing to do everything for the one the Angel cared about. She took care of her husband day and night until she was exhausted.
During his illness, he lost the ability to urinate. Ange and Ji did not hesitate to bathe him, change his clothes, and wash his clothes that reeked of odor.
Belief almost never got sick, but unfortunately, he caught a cold, became bedridden, and his entire body was cold. Whenever an episode struck, a woman had to remove all the clothes from both of them to balance the yin and yang energy inside his body. At that time, he was so seriously ill that Ji alone could not save him.
Ange ignored the risk of contracting a dangerous disease. Although Belief strongly opposed it and advised the two sisters not to take the risk, the young girl and her sister still warmed their husband day and night.
Because the cold air had invaded their bodies, Ange and Ji nearly lost their lives. Belief had to seek help from the monarch. The Hive's Monarch ordered the best doctors and Yin-Yang masters to save the Angel and her sister.
From then on, the relationship between Belief and Ange was no longer just about protecting the family, praying for the safety of their loved ones, and hoping that the sisters' images would forever occupy their hearts. It was also about… stirring emotions… sowing the seeds of love in the hearts of the mandarin ducks.
Belief joyfully welcomed the moment when the God of Love matched him with his first wife and guided Ji to become her husband's companion beyond life and death.
Righteous reasons, accompanied by emotions… continuously… encouraged and urged Ange to "cherish" her husband. Even though she felt breathless, the wife still nestled against her husband for a long time, letting him feel that passionate love, budding yet already infatuated with a devoted lover.
Belief supported Ange's back and lifted her up. The two gazed at each other passionately at a distance closer than ever before. As Ange looked at the infatuated man offering gentle yet fervent love to the Angel, her eyes were filled with tenderness.
Belief gently touched the smooth white sand mountain, softly gathered handfuls of sand, laid bricks, paved marble, dug rivers and built streams, crossed the streams, and connected everything skillfully.
The castle, meticulously crafted beneath the shadow of the Angel, had been swaying in the gentle, soft breeze that blew through the Garden of Eden, rippling along with a classical, graceful, and elegant dance like an aristocrat, step by step marching down toward the gates of heaven, which had been tightly shut.
But…
The master of heaven still burned with shyness, because her feminine instinct was indulging her soul… and… a now-familiar sound from Ji's sandcastle… made her tremble violently under the skill of building the castle of love.
The Empress of the castle and the master of heaven unconsciously turned toward each other… and then… shyly, two crimson moons grew hot with excitement. The lover, subtle and quick-witted, filled the gap of his beloved wives' shyness… by... pressing a shared, lingering kiss, unwilling to break away, upon their melded lips, steeped in the sweetness dearly won after a past of suffering, softly murmuring, intoxicated by a song of love.
Reluctant to part, love and desire had sublimated the mad obsession between the Angel and the Empress. This feeling was no longer shyness… but… a desire to give everything for the one you love… so that… emotions could lead the hero to enjoy complete happiness in the castle of love, giving wings to the Angel and the mortal, flying toward the heaven of their dreams.
The infatuated man had wanted to remain forever enchanted in this moment. Bidding farewell to the Empress lingering in Ji's sandcastle, Belief rhythmically approached the Angel and deeply kissed her slightly parted lips, which were radiating heat.
Belief gently laid his wife back onto the mattress. Their passionate kiss once again set the room ablaze, sending a surge of warmth through Ange's body. By then, their skin was burning hot to the touch, and their souls were already drifting in a daze of pleasure.
The moment Belief reached the gates of heaven once more, the heat surged anew, as if to ignite a wildfire of love—for the Angel was about to face the ultimate challenge of her wedding night.
Ji smiled and looked away to help her sister feel less confused and embarrassed while listening to Belief's loving words:
"The first time might bleed, and it hurts a lot. I'm afraid…"
Ange was not afraid. She gently reassured her husband:
"Every girl goes through pain… but… it's happiness, because she gives her first time to the one she loves!"
A sunny, brilliant smile lit up her radiant face as she listened to this sweet expression of love. Belief was intoxicated, watching his beloved wife trust her husband completely:
"I'm not afraid, because I have my sister here! You will always be gentle with me, right?"
Belief grew more confident, so he ordered his vanguard to approach the gates of heaven. The soldier had just gently touched her, sliding up and down in a soft friction, when Ange trembled, and the gates closed tighter.
Ji gently touched the Angel's hand, which was curled up and gripping the mattress. She skillfully reassured her sister and husband:
"This is just a natural instinct. The first time, I was just as nervous as you. Relax your body, breathe evenly, and you will feel more at ease. There is nothing to be afraid of."
Ji never said the wrong thing. Everything she advised and taught Ange was as correct as what her mother had taught her. Ange followed her experienced older sister… and… responded to her husband's love — he still gently slid up every minute to pull open the curtain, and gently slid down every second to open the gates.
The Angel pursed her lips, holding back a smile, because of the ticklish sensation caused by the two elegant galaxies guarding the gates of heaven. It was hard to understand how the hero's countless repetitions of the same motion… caused… the valley to tremble continuously.
The moment the gates opened to reveal a path even narrower than the one he had first entered when he entered Ji's sandcastle, Ji calmed her sister.
The older sister skillfully chose metaphorical words to explain… so that… her younger sister could understand implicitly: during this process of opening the path, the husband had to suppress his excitement… for fear of hurting the Angel.
The young wife silently observed her husband. Belief still watched every expression and movement of his wife. Sweat rolled down his tense face as he worried that the Angel might be frightened.
"If you can't bear it, I'll stop…"
Ji gently held her trembling sister's hand. Her soft voice remained gentle yet firm, giving her sister courage:
"If the wedding night does not go well, Ange might be haunted by it and nearly lose the chance to overcome this challenge…"
Ange's face suddenly turned red and hot, full of shyness. She could hardly finish the sentence:
"If I run away today, I will never dare to face you again…"
Ange bravely overcame her shame and faced her fear of men. This little girl, usually so shy, so timid, so embarrassed by almost everything that made her feel awkward, now only worried about not being able to stay with the one she loved. The fear of separation conquered her shy nature. The little girl no longer stammered, no longer struggled to finish her sentence:
"You care for, take care of, and protect me and my family. Together with my brother, you rebuilt a warm family that had once been torn apart."
Ji silently watched this man who had only ever cried for the ones he loved. Now, warm tears moistened his affection for this small, fragile girl… and… this devoted lover swore to cherish and protect her for life… when… the Angel overcame her timid nature and bravely fought against death to save his life.
"You never bowed to power. That day, ignoring the gossip and ridicule calling you a 'fool who would die for a woman,' you knelt before the monarch and begged him to save Ji and me! When we woke up, the first person we saw was you… and… that was the first time I saw you cry. At that moment, I realized that my feelings for you were no longer just gratitude and admiration…"
Ange came to Belief's side. The pink moon nestled against the devoted lover's heart:
"I don't want to leave you… because… I love you!"
Ji silently played the role of an "outsider." She hoped that in the moment love knocked on the hearts of this couple, her sister would be the only one who was completely happy. The Angel and the infatuated man would not let their beloved one be alone. The lovers had merged into one.
Immoral acts still lingered, tormenting people's consciences, entangling them, preventing them from listening to their hearts' call for true love. To leave would shatter the family and plunge loved ones into hell.
Even if condemned by hypocrites or by their own conscience as mere excuses for wrongdoing, the lovers were determined to stand together at all times, in all places, and under every circumstance.
Even if cast down into hell to pay the price for their vow to protect the family, to shelter their loved ones… and... for the wish that those who had suffered deserved to live in peace and happiness after enduring misery…
At this moment…
No more confusion, no more embarrassment, no longer caring about conscience shouting and cursing, the husband and wife were still passionately in love, bursting with intense emotion, as if wanting to confirm their thoughts with their conscience one last time: that apart from family love… and… deep, loyal affection, from now on, their minds would no longer be entangled by the criticism of conscience or the mockery of shame, no longer caring about anything that could not help them overcome hunger and the lurking threat of death.
The survivors cared about how to protect themselves and their families, to maintain a warm, full, peaceful life… from now until forever.
Reason was unbound, willingly accompanying the surge of overwhelming emotion, intensifying every corner where the three lovers cared for one another. Wholeheartedly, in unison, they banished the fatigue clinging to both body and spirit of the family's pillar.
Cherishing every moment among the swaying sunflowers of a scorching paradise. Caressing every second as the Garden of Eden opened, allowing mortals to visit heaven for the first time.
At that moment, the embarrassed Angel realized why her husband kept repeating that hard-to-understand motion. Moved by the warmth of true affection, she gently watched her infatuated husband obsessively "loving" his wife.
She felt proud that she had not chosen the wrong person to give her body and entrust her life… and… secretly felt luckier than other victims. The warmth of each one welcomed the mortal to take the first step into the fairy realm.
The gates closed tightly in that moment of exhilaration. The hot, aroused air swirled around the hero's body and soul, spreading the spring rain mixed with the blood of the virgin's flower throughout Eden.
Ah…
The hero's soul split into two directions: one path was filled with ecstatic joy of flying into heaven for the first time, while the other clung to the Empress in the sandcastle. He excitedly skied on the white sand dunes, marching toward the Valley of Love.
His keen hearing suddenly caught a faint cry of pain, causing the hero to startle. He bade farewell to the sandcastle and looked down at the tears, which had first borne the pain that left an indelible mark on the red moon, flushed with shyness… and… happiness.
Looking up at the tears of happiness that had poured out all their love… they had… erased the numb, lingering pain that had left an indelible mark on the red moon.
Ji held Belief's shoulders. Their cheeks pressed together as they watched the Angel, who was smiling with her wish fulfilled.
The Angel's shining eyes looked toward the dream world, as if thanking the gods for their protection, for keeping her pure body untainted.
If the goddess of luck had been cruel to Ange, forcing her to suffer incurable psychological trauma, the Angel and the hero would have been separated forever, and the little girl would have lost the chance to change her dark destiny… and… would not have been able to enjoy a peaceful night.
A perfect happiness would have ecstatically filled her soul, letting her become intoxicated by the love that exploded on the first night of being the wife of the one who would love her, cherish her, and never leave her for life.
The joy of officially becoming the wife of a man whose every word was extremely gentle melted her heart with his infatuated gaze.
Ange gently watched her husband stop advancing and set up camp inside the gates… so that… the Angel could welcome this extremely excited mortal, and the mortal could adjust to the Angel's burning body temperature. Belief and Ji held each other closely, silently waiting for the wound to stop bleeding.
Ange spent an unforgettable time with her two loved ones. Although she was still shy, she was no longer as embarrassed or avoidant as before. She smiled, sharing her happiness as her sister passionately kissed her husband.
The student watched intently as the teacher taught a new lesson. Her face turned red, and she instinctively and shyly turned her head away, but… somehow, that passionate love still faintly revealed the ever-shaking image of Ji's sandcastle.
Belief was excited and continued on his way… and… he had long known both the path there and the path back. But every time he surfed across the white sand dunes and marched toward the Valley of Love, the lovers would always discover more fascinating mysteries that captivated the explorer's mind… and… now, they attracted the observer's full attention, blending the rhythmic movements of the loved one with every graceful and elegant dance, like a talented artist dancing gracefully on his own stage.
Now…
The artist wholeheartedly imparted all his experience and skills… learning by doing… to… a little girl who was eager to learn and loved new things. Ange was so focused that she did not notice when the pain disappeared… and… when the lesson of being a wife ended.
The Angel let out a soft "ah" as she realized that her sister and husband were both looking toward her. Both of them smiled. Ange was no longer as "passive" as before. She hid the urge to bury herself in the ground to avoid embarrassment, so she gently touched her neck and complained of thirst:
"Sister, I want some water."
Ji nodded, then turned away to hide her smile. She also thoughtfully realized that Ange wanted her sister to bring her some mint water for her… and… to wash away the strong scent from the "sandcastle" that lingered at the corners of her husband's lips.
Ji held back her smile, glanced at Ange, who was blushing with a faint, knowing smile, and avoided Belief, who had been the most excited since the beginning of the wedding night. The three of them slowly drank from the cup… the water was just enough… to allow all their confused emotions to settle back into calm.
Half an hour earlier, Ji and Belief had passionately made love. Now, Ji came to his side, massaging him and applying pressure to his acupoints… helping him fully recover all his lost strength… so that… her husband could pamper and take care of his younger sister.
Learning from the previous experience, Ange relaxed her entire body. Half an hour earlier, Ange had seen Ji fully open the gates, allowing "Belief" to easily enter the castle. The Angel imitated this action, separating the two galaxies… so that… the mortal could gently and soothingly step onto the ladder to heaven.
The mortal slowly advanced, moving slowly along every winding path, step by step, lightly touching each palace that radiated warmth. The deeper the mortal went, the faster the sharp pain surged… but… almost instantly, it dissolved into the warm affection of the loved one who was gently caressing the Angel… who was… softly singing a hymn.
Ange had heard Ji make such excited sounds many times, and she had personally experienced that voice that made her own face blush. That feeling was just a natural instinct; there was nothing to be ashamed of. Ange was no longer flustered.
The enticing sounds echoed continuously in the room, intoxicating people's hearts and, at the same time, sending the lullaby of the devoted lovers' souls into a dreamy slumber.
That voice captivated their burning ears, softly advising Belief to advance slowly… like… riding a horse and looking at flowers, occasionally speeding up to test his wife's reaction.
Ange was surprised by her husband's sudden, intense rhythm. The little girl felt flustered and a bit embarrassed, but a warm, silken tide gushed forth from heaven, seeping deep inside to heal the wound, so that it no longer hurt badly enough to force her husband to pause.
Belief breathed a sigh of relief and boldly maintained a pace that alternated between fast and slow, visiting every tiny golden palace, every small, narrow jade chamber.
Ji and Belief were secretly delighted: after many experiences, Ange had also begun to adapt to this sudden increase in speed. The "Angel" also warmly embraced and kissed the "mortal," unwilling to part.
The mandarin ducks loved playing hide-and-seek in the deep, vast maze. Her fun-loving nature made her face turn red. Ange hid her shyness and whispered:
"Both of you, stop looking at me. I'm so embarrassed!"
Ji laughed softly and pulled away from Belief. Sitting cross-legged, she watched as her husband lifted her younger sister once more and kissed Ange's parted lips, soft, breathy sighs of intoxicated pleasure escaping her lips.
Belief gently lifted Ange's waist and placed his wife onto his lap. The intimate position intensified the burning heat, warming their bodies against the winter chill… while… the angel's stunned amazement deepened into a blush. In the past, she had carefully observed Ji performing the dance of searing passion with her husband.
Now, the pure angel closed her eyes, recalling every skillful, graceful movement to recreate that fervent, intense dance of love… with… the one she loved, cherishing each other until their hair turned white.
Ah… ah… mm… mm…
Those decadent sounds lost in the depths of happiness… lulled the lover's soul… into that swaying dance that occasionally skipped a beat.
But precisely because of this "inexperienced art," the movements were still awkward, embarrassed, and shy… which only… excited the lover even more and made him even crazier, and accelerated his pace in exploring paradise.
Though his reason was intoxicated, it did not let pleasure take control. Belief displayed a sweet smile, took the lead, and led the angel step by step into earthly pleasures. Ji smiled faintly… when… her husband lifted his deep, tender gaze and looked at his young wife.
Ange bit her delicate lip, shyly losing herself in the floating, dreamlike sensation beyond the ninth heaven. Her eyes grew hazy and blurred, and in her daze, she felt that "strange flow" surging again.
This was the third time the sublimation of love and desire had swept the little angel into its current, leaving her both confused and ashamed—because of that "pleasure"… she willingly… "fell" into this unprecedented game of excitement.
This time, her pure, innocent face flushed a deep red of shyness… because… her body began… to move to the rhythm of love—while the conductor named "Belief" guided art with dedication.
The female musician no longer remained a spectator… but… quietly joined this symphony… by… tuning and orchestrating… performing together the song of rapturous love.
The conductor reluctantly took leave of the piano keys that were playing clear notes. The little angel felt a slight loss when the emotional flow was suddenly cut off… yet… she still quietly melded with the female musician, who was passionately singing, lost in ecstasy, under his brilliant skill that turned a lyrical song into a blazing love song.
The female musician transformed into a skilled dancer, gracefully swaying to the conductor's gentle rhythm as he was gliding lightly from the magnificent snow-white stage… toward… the center of the dance floor, which exuded an enchanting fragrance and shimmered with a misty pink hue, seducing the conductor's soul… to join her… in that rapturous orgy of desire. The conductor let his mind follow his instincts… and danced… that wild dance.
He obsessively and endlessly played the march, step by step invading paradise, exploring every territory of the fairyland.
Ange's already floating mood suddenly soared to the highest heavens. The angel could no longer contain her excitement and let out a long, endless, high-pitched moan.
She cried out, "Ah," lowering her crimson face in shame—only to hear the dancer's moans even louder than her own. The sensual sound from her sister arose almost simultaneously with that sensitive voice.
The angel was no longer pure. She chuckled inwardly, realizing that Ji was trying to save her younger sister from embarrassment. The dancer embraced the conductor and kissed him deeply on the lips.
The conductor immediately cooperated with the dancer, and the two of them passionately intertwined, rolling on the bed, lost in the rain of passion.
Whenever the conductor pressed the keys, the dancer would fervently dance a song of joy. She arched her exquisite body, welcoming the mighty music as it advanced into the hall that was joyfully opening wide.
The little angel pursed her lips in a subtle, pursed-lip smile, listening to every scorching breath the dancer exuded… that seductive moan… urging her lover to march at divine speed, fiercely penetrating the hottest parts of that grand symphony… to… ignite the blazing flame of obsessive desire—for her and for… the little angel, to join this night of love, longing to be intoxicated by family affection and romantic love within the maze of desire.
In this moment of ultimate sublimation, there was no longer any distinction between anyone. The angel was no longer shy, no longer embarrassed. She was completely swallowed by the endless vortex of love and desire, becoming one with it.
Though the little angel was still clumsy, she was no longer as lost and helpless as before, not knowing what to do… as she… witnessed that intimate lesson firsthand… through… the valiant woman general riding on horseback, charging into battle… so fiercely.
Ji, with that expression which her sister had once thought perverted and depraved, fully revealed her burning desire.
Now…
The innocent angel actually took the initiative to replace her sister… when… Ji gave up the role of heroine, letting her younger sister personally experience charging into battle on horseback.
The two sisters flew together, alternating positions, occupying the front line and the rear. The angel sisters bloomed with satisfied laughter in the joy of the flesh, blending into each other, becoming one.
Every heart beat to the same rhythm, using that intense love to firmly bind their kinship together—toward the beloved one who was willing to love them with all his heart, protect them with his life, and dedicate his whole life to them.
Ji half-opened her drowsy, dreamy eyes and secretly observed her younger sister, who had lost her soul—her deep-red face filled with intoxication, immersed in the lust stirred by every breath of burning heat, heat that seemed to burn away the bitter cold of winter.
The little angel could no longer control herself. Her small body involuntarily began to move, dancing steps that were still awkward and unskilled… yet… full of ecstatic joy, celebrating wildly at the moment the angel descended to earth.
The passionate angel tightly embraced the hero who was trembling continuously within her, holding on for a long time. The space was once again filled with the endless sounds of erotic love… as if… to pour out all the grievances and humiliations accumulated throughout the long night of nightmares.
Thereafter…
As if to mock the cruel fate that had finally bowed to the family joy woven from love and kinship…
The angel sisters let out triumphant laughter, one after another raising their eyes to the heavens and mocking arrogantly.
The sisters took turns kneeling, intertwining with each other, so that their beloved husband could tenderly care for both wives at the same time… while… they were… hugging and kissing each other on that endlessly rocking princess bed… whenever… the hero marched into the holy land.
In the moment of becoming one, thousands of soldiers forever took possession of Ji's castle and the paradise of love. The devoted lover let his soul drift with the endless song of happiness… throughout this spring night worth a thousand pieces of gold…
Accompanied by…
Resonated within the subconscious of the devoted lover, who was now openly pouring out his heart to his loved ones.
Ji's eyes involuntarily moved slightly, sweeping over Belief. He calmly asked about his mother-in-law's condition and spoke with the Great General. The Great General still sensed the awkward atmosphere, so he picked up the remote control and turned on the television.
He had wanted to help everyone divert their attention, but instead found himself in a situation that was both embarrassing and amusing — the screen showed a steamy final scene from a movie. The two actresses playing sisters embraced the actor playing the husband with deep affection.
When Belief began to feel self-conscious, Maria lowered her head to hide her smile. She glanced at Ange, who was bowing her head, asking to be excused.
The little girl did not dare to look up at anyone; she absolutely wanted to avoid this hot scene as it ended, and the subtle sounds no longer teased her burning ears.
In the movie, the two girls shyly pulled up the wet bedsheet and took it away to wash. At the end of the film, the two wives gently nestled in their husband's arms, vowing to live together forever and never part.
These details seemed to replicate the wedding night of Belief and his two wives. Although the hot scene lasted only a short time, it still painted shame all over Ji's face.
The girl raised a cup of ginger tea to cover her flower-like face and her fair, powdery skin, which was turning deep red from shyness, because this kind of sensitive matter… was no longer… known only to those involved.
Maria secretly observed the reactions of those involved. Every bewildered expression left those who were usually smart and quick-witted at a loss, unsure how to escape this awkward situation.
The mother covered her mouth to prevent any inappropriate sound from escaping. Maria did not rush to help Ji out of her predicament, because Ange would come to do it for her:
"Mom, where is the bathroom?"
The Great General smiled, inwardly praising his wife's cleverness and subtlety. She understood her descendants' personalities and thoughts very well. Maria said, "Wait a moment." She tactfully said to Ji:
"It's already late to start cooking. Go to the kitchen and wait for me. Ange and I will come in a moment."
Ji silently thanked her relatives in her heart for helping her, so that she no longer had to hide in shame. The girl bowed her head, asked for permission from the Great General and her husband, then quickly followed Maria.
The two of them temporarily parted ways: Ji walked into the kitchen, while Maria took Ange to the restroom. The little girl immediately lowered her red face and buried herself in her mother's embrace.
Maria smiled as her daughter tried to hide away. The little girl thought she had temporarily escaped her ordeal, but she never expected things to become even more awkward… because… hanging on the clothesline was a freshly washed bedsheet. The little girl immediately guessed that her mother had also spent a fiery, emotional night with the Great General, which was why the bedsheet had needed its telltale traces washed away.
Maria knew her daughter was making excuses to avoid the situation, but she still took Ange to where she needed to go. The mother clearly wanted her daughter to be more bold in facing sensitive issues. She patted Ange's back, stroked her daughter's head, and urged her to go with Ji to the kitchen to cook.
The three of them cooked for a long time. The two younger women still looked confused and embarrassed, avoiding each other's gazes. Maria smiled softly:
"When a husband and wife reach such heights of passion together, that is family happiness. You are not a third party. Both you and Ji are official wives. Belief does not treat Ange as a concubine. It is a good thing that there is no favoritism. You two should be happy, because you love and cherish each other as husband and wife. Belief also understands and sympathizes with your dedication in sharing the same husband to take care of and protect your loved ones and family happiness, which is why he is willing to do such delicate things."
Ange stammered:
"Mom, stop teasing me..."
Maria laughed heartily:
"Silly girl, this is what married life is like. Many couples want to rekindle the fire of love but cannot elevate it. The three of you becoming one, united emotionally and physically, shows that God still has mercy on our family. You must cherish, protect, and love Belief, take care of your husband until death!"
Ange whispered, as she did when she was a child:
"I will listen to Mom, my brother and sister, and my husband. I will remember everything Mom and Sister Ji taught me about being a wife!"
Maria and Ji both laughed, while Ange, at a loss, covered her mouth because she had "accidentally" brought up a sensitive topic. The whole family had never been as happy as today, with so much laughter. No one dared to be sure how long this happy time would last. Everyone cherished every moment of peace and warm togetherness.
Happy as they were, they did not forget their loved ones. The three women looked out the window at the vast primeval forest. Rain and snow were still falling in the sky, dyeing the emerald green forest white. The trees, animals, and plants trembled in fear, frozen in the cold snow… beginning… the freezing process.
And…
Had Liberte returned home yet?