A rather common flower language.
Yoriichi saw Uta.
Uta could not reincarnate.
At this moment, she lay with her eyes closed, amidst a field of white spider lilies.
From her rising and falling chest, it was easy to tell that her soul had not died, but had merely fallen into a deep slumber.
Endless longing…
Most likely, endless dreams.
Only dreams can create desperate love.
Yoriichi exhaled softly.
His mood was quite complicated.
He slowly walked forward.
As soon as his feet touched the white spider lilies, the flowers seemed to sense something, swaying gently in the windless environment.
An illusory scene appeared before Yoriichi's eyes.
With every step he took.
The illusion deepened, becoming more and more real.
Even the Transparent World could not see through it.
This was — Uta's dream.
…
In a rather dark room, Uta slowly awoke from her slumber.
She slightly opened her still sleepy eyes, and the first thing she saw was her husband and child sleeping soundly beside her.
Looking at their peaceful sleeping faces, a genuine smile of happiness involuntarily bloomed on Uta's face.
The surrounding environment was pitch black, but this did not affect her as she slowly got up.
Not far away, the old wooden door directly opposite creaked softly in the gentle breeze.
The cold morning wind quietly seeped in through the cracks in the wooden door.
A pure white snowflake also flew lightly into the house with the wind.
Uta subconsciously tightened her clothes.
That slight trembling motion revealed a hint of resistance to the cold.
She murmured softly, "It's winter."
This low voice was exceptionally clear in the silent environment.
Uta lowered her head, gently extended her hand, and carefully pulled up the quilt covering her child a little.
Then, she skillfully put on her clothes, preparing to make breakfast for her family.
At this moment, a thought suddenly flashed through her mind.
Since winter had arrived, it meant that the New Year was approaching.
As hunters, how would they spend this Spring Festival?
If Uta remembered correctly, this was the first Spring Festival she had spent since her child's birth, making it highly significant.
Of course, although she cared, Uta did not interfere too much.
Because she believed Yoriichi would handle it properly.
After all, in the past, they had always managed this way.
No matter how dangerous the creatures lurking in the mountains were.
No matter how deeply these creatures hid, Yoriichi could easily find and kill them with his keen intuition and extraordinary abilities.
Then, he would take the fur and flesh of those creatures to the market to exchange for money.
Uta knew that Yoriichi initially did not want to do this because he hated killing.
But for his wife and child, he still broke his bottom line.
He only killed creatures that posed a threat to humans, such as bears and wolves.
Therefore, their family's life, though not extremely wealthy, was not impoverished either.
Uta quietly exhaled, her hands, stiff from the cold, skillfully processing the ingredients.
She was very content with her current life.
The house, though small, was very cozy.
The three of them slept side by side, enjoying a peaceful life.
Sometimes she even felt that this was a dream.
As long as she could be with Yoriichi, quietly watching her child grow up, it would be enough.
As Uta was thinking this, suddenly, there was a knock on the door from outside.
Thump, thump, thump.
The sound was heavy, slow, and muffled.
As if carrying an inexplicable sense of oppression.
Just hearing the sound made Uta feel a little breathless.
An inexplicable unease welled up in her heart.
She didn't understand what was happening to her.
Her body's instinct told her not to respond to this sound.
As long as she pretended not to hear it, she could continue to enjoy a peaceful life.
But the impulse of her soul made her involuntarily stop what she was doing and turn to walk towards the door.
Just then, a scene not from her memory appeared before her eyes.
It was the exact same scene as the current one, only the time was different.
As dusk fell, a hideous creature, like a demon, burst through the door and lunged at her.
She fought desperately, but in the end, she died in a pool of blood.
"Death?"
Uta suddenly stopped in her tracks.
An urgent, heavy feeling instantly rose in her chest.
She turned around in a panic, looking at her husband and child.
But at this moment, there was no one behind her.
Only endless darkness enveloped her.
This scene left her in a daze.
Immediately after, she saw her blood-stained hands and empty abdominal cavity.
Her thoughts paused for a few seconds.
Her pupils slowly contracted.
She had not yet reacted in time to the scene before her.
The next second, the door was suddenly pushed open.
Everything around her began to shatter.
As if falling backward, the world spun before Uta's eyes.
She instinctively stumbled.
But then, a pair of large hands caught her.
Those hands were warm and reassuring.
As if instantly dispelling the anxiety and panic that had been lingering in her heart.
Uta slowly looked up.
When she saw the person, her trembling eyes suddenly stopped.
In their place was a hint of joy and confusion.
…
In the quiet flower field, Uta's tone was complex and regretful.
"So… was that really just a dream?"
She quietly looked at Yoriichi.
Suddenly, she felt that Yoriichi's demeanor had changed somewhat from her impression.
He wasn't that cold after all.
Although he was equally expressionless, the original Yoriichi was more like a sun wrapped in ice.
The ice was cold and couldn't melt, but the sun's warmth could still emanate, making one feel very comfortable.
The current Yoriichi was like the sun being suppressed by ice.
Although he could still unleash warmth, it was only at specific crucial moments.
There was an indescribable feeling, but considering the situations she saw in her dream, it was quite normal.
A clear sense of emotion welled up in Uta's heart.
Yoriichi had not yet answered.
Uta then continued:
"It must have been very difficult… Speaking of which, Yoriichi, how did you get here?"
She blinked, scanning Yoriichi's attire and the sword he carried at his waist.
Suddenly, she felt that quite some time must have passed since her death.
But Yoriichi's appearance had not changed at all.
Two years or three years, or even five years?
Human thought could only allow her to imagine time stretching that far, and Uta suddenly felt a little sad.
Because of her death, she had even implicated Yoriichi, causing him to die for her revenge…
Just as this thought surfaced, Yoriichi slowly said:
"I have already slain the source of your death, Uta, you no longer need to worry."
"Things are hard to explain in a short time, the only thing I can tell you is that I have become a Shinigami."
"It is precisely because of this that I was able to find you, and able to rescue you from this field of white spider lilies."
"Come home with me."
"You and I are now souls, let us return to the home of the deceased."
"Shinigami?"
Uta's mouth fell open.
She suddenly felt that Yoriichi was joking with her.
But then she remembered that Yoriichi was not that type of person, and considering the special environment, she could only suppress her desire to ask further questions, nodding and smiling as she replied:
"Okay, let's go home."