Spoiled by Eight Uncles (Lily) novel Chapter 1509

Anthony wrote a letter to his wife.

'Lisa,

'When you read this letter, it was likely that we wouldn't get to see each other again. Lilly had mentioned that you had gone to the Nether, your original home, and I was stuck in the Human Realm, separated by two layers of heaven and earth.

'But, Lisa, don't worry. I always believed that as long as we kept each other in our hearts, we would still be together. You were the star in the sky, always hanging there and never fading, while I was just a speck of dust on the ground.

'I probably had only a few decades left in my life. I made sure to fulfill my mission and responsibilities first. In the Human Realm, people said I was all-powerful, but truth be told, I felt pretty weak. So weak that when I died, my spirit might not have had the chance to become a ghost cultivator like Cloud.

'If that day truly came, would you have picked me up when I died? I'm sorry; your husband was weak and couldn't take care of himself. I had hoped you could have helped me.

Let us not say goodbye.'

…

Lisa sat by herself, fixated on the letter, reading it repeatedly. Anthony claimed he was weak and helpless, but she couldn't dismiss his strength. Despite his words, she was sure that if they hadn't found each other in the afterlife, he would have done everything to locate her.

She played the video on her phone once again. In it, he remained silent, sitting at the table with his head bowed, penning the letter. She could interpret his expressions as he wrote. When his pen paused intermittently, she could intuitively grasp the thoughts crossing his mind.

He had a lot on his mind, yet he couldn't find the right words. Instead, he expressed himself with just 189 carefully punctuated words.

Lisa thought, Hmph... as always, he is 'concise and to the point.'

She neatly stored the letter and the phone. After a moment of contemplation, she grabbed a fresh sheet of paper. After setting up Lilly's phone, she earnestly wrote, 'Anthony.'

As she wrote, Lisa bit her pen, trying to think of what to say. She felt the pressure to write three thousand words, significantly more than him. However, in reality, she was stumped and unsure of what to put down.

In the end, she settled for a simple message. 'Anthony, alright, I'll come to pick you up.'

She found it irritating that she only managed eight words with punctuation, but there was a silver lining—her video recording time exceeded his by ten minutes. Content with her achievement, she happily stowed the letter and Lilly's phone into a small bag, then handed it to Lilly.

"This is for Uncle Anthony," Lisa said. "If you're heading back, remember to give it to him."

Lilly solemnly put away the letter and the phone. "Okay!"

Fortune squeezed in next to Lilly, bombarding her with questions. "Lilly! Lilly, how big should this sausage be cut? Can this meat be eaten after it is scooped up? What about the sea pepper? Does this chili taste the same as sea pepper?"

Lilly was at a loss for words. Fortune seemed completely different from the bratty kid who used to wear a beast skin suit and try to hit her with a stick.