Her hand suddenly itched as the urge to touch his face erupted in her. She slowly reached out her hand and her fingers tenderly grazed the scars on his face. "You look beautiful." She unknowingly whispered with a lost smile on her face.
As though struck by something, Adrik abruptly stopped playing and opened his eyes, only to see his little wife seated on the piano with her fingers trailing on his lower face.
His face puckered in displeasure, and he dropped the violin. He stood up from the stool and placed both his hands under her armpit, then gently lifted her from the piano and wrapped his arms around her to prevent her from falling. "You don't sit on the piano, understand?" He had her wrap her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist, then, as though carrying a little child, he walked out of the music room and to their bedroom.
