The Detective is Already Dead - Chapter 92 - 1.4

For Cain, the promised land of opportunity in the Pokémon World was not the paradise he imagined. Instead, he fell into the hands of the sinister Team Rocket, a prisoner on an island where darkness devours hope.However, even in the most desperate moments, fate did not abandon him entirely. A strange twist brings him back to the beginning of it all, to the place where his dreams were buried under the shadows.Now, with the knowledge and scars of his previous life, Cain has the chance to correct the course of his destiny.Free from the chains of the past, he must forge his own path in a world full of mysteries and dangers. With new allies and old enemies, the battle for his freedom will not be easy, but Cain has decided that this time he will not fail. Neither against the Pokémon nor the humans who stand in his way.

[No turning back to old love + single female lead + daily sweetness + no system, no Golden Finger + relaxation & healing + long-lasting romance]“Xie Xiao, you can't just stop wanting me after being so good to me for three years and getting me used to it. What do these three years between us amount to?” Zhou Mianmian looked at Xie Xiao with tears blurring her eyes and a pitiful expression.“Consider it my bad luck,” Xie Xiao said indifferently with a glance at her.“Are you mad at me because I didn't agree to be with you?” Zhou Mianmian reached out to grab his hand, her voice pleading, “Then let's be together now, okay?”“You deserve someone better than me,” Xie Xiao dodged her hand, pulling the beautiful girl by his side into his arms, “Wife, let’s go.”Now that I'm reborn, let someone else be the lovestruck fool.Xie Xiao just wants to live a sweet life holding the tsundere treasure of a girl he overlooked for years~----In his past life, Xie Xiao was blind, unable to tell the difference between a scheming girl and a treasure.To buy milk for the scheming girl, he got hit by a car and was paralyzed in bed for three years.In the end, the scheming girl turned around and went with another lovestruck fool.Instead, there was a proud and cute girl by his side...Until her accidental death...Xie Xiao closed his eyes in despair...If only time could be turned back...

Transmigration? A Chong Xi Marriage? Sickly husband? How worse can this get?

Mo Qian Xue now lives in a soddy, destitute, small house with broken furnitures. The grass had grown wild and unruly from lack of proper care. The rice pot in the kitchen, it’s left empty. Well, this mess seemed quite manageable, however, why is it they only have one quilt in the house?

Not only does she serve her husband food and refreshments during the day, does she need to make sure he’s well “fed” at night too?

“It’s getting late now… we should go to bed. Said the sickly husband. She simply closed the door, turned off the lights, and went straight to sleep.

“If you dare move, I’ll kick you out of the bed!” She threatened.

In the end, the man still managed to wrap himself around her no matter how she resisted. The sickly husband wasn’t as weak as he appeared to be!

Mo Qian Xue worked hard to become rich. She built workshops, opened factories, one aided by her sickly husband towards prosperity. Fortunately, she could live a peaceful life far from bickering relatives, but then, much to her dismay, she still had to deal with the villagers knocking on her door.

So they want her money? They want her position as a wife? Since when was she, Mo Xian Que easy to bully?! They want to make her lose face? Alright, let them come a little closer then… give them a…. slap!

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How long I’d been here, I couldn’t quite recall. From this sorry situation, I as always raised my eyes to the sky; a sky in which the great, massive sun was clad in levity. Sunlight poured gently upon all. What a blessing it would have been for the world if only the skies could remain clear. For tomorrow too, and for all days to come, I was to continue to pray for calm. To endure for those who cried, with desperation I remained in prayer.

And then, one freezing, forlorn, soulless, stagnant, drizzly day we died. Or so I thought…