After being separated for a long time, and given their previous experiences with his poisoning and her pregnancy, their interactions were inevitably filled with the sparks of a newlywed couple. Sometimes the sparks would start a fire, but she always used her pregnancy as an excuse to stop things from going too far. Over these days, the man seemed to be getting a little frustrated. Even the words "my precious baby" sounded sour to him.
The woman felt embarrassed and smiled awkwardly at the man.
Seeing her innocent grin, Gem's heart softened, and he pointed at the sky, asking, "Do you like it?"
In the sky was a bright moon and a few sparse stars. Forsythia said, "It's beautiful."
"Do you want it?"
"You really think you could pluck it from the sky for me?"
"As long as you want it, I'll find a way to get it for you."
Indeed, what had he not achieved for her when she asked? Whether it was reaching for the moon or swimming to the depths of the ocean.
