She stretched out her hand, her fingertips touching the cold, hard diamond. She closed her eyes, remembering their unfinished wedding, and the child they had lost.
Probing carefully, she could still discern the engraved marks inside the ring through touch.
I—Love—You.
Cliché.
After cooking dinner, Mo Shiqian searched for Chi Huan, thinking she might be standing somewhere enjoying the breeze and watching the sunset, but he ended up finding her in his study. The little woman was sitting in a large chair, holding a book in her hands and reading quietly.
He had an illusion that she looked so at ease, as if the study she was in was her own, her own territory.
The man walked over, snatched the book from her hands, and then leaned down to kiss Chi Huan's red lips that she raised just in time to meet his.
A silent kiss carried an indescribable depth of affection.
The kiss lasted for a minute.
