He longed for this scene every day.
Ever since she left, he had been like a lone goose without its mate. Now, she had finally returned.
Only then did his heart settle down.
Under the dim light of a desk lamp, he had been propping up his head with his hand, his eyes fixed on her.
"Why aren't you sleeping?"
She muttered.
"To look at my wife more!"
Just like that, she might have asked several times, and his answer had always been the same.
So much so, she even had a dream afterwards where he kept looking at her like that...
The following morning, amidst the brilliant morning light,
that beautiful wedding dress hung in a room by itself, exceptionally lovely.
Wearing her pajamas, she walked in circles around the wedding dress, checking for any details that were less than perfect. It was her most satisfying, cherished creation.
Gong Beiming tenderly grasped her small hand, where she had once pricked herself. The wound had long since healed.
"Does it still hurt?"
