At night, Jun Qi would occasionally hold her in his arms, gently kiss the wound that almost took her life, murmuring apology and deep love.
He doted on her like a treasure.
At the same time, he was attached to her like a child.
He promised that he would never leave her alone again.
And he tried hard to use practical actions to prove to her that he really promised this and he did it this way.
Xia Qing gradually couldn't remember the pain she suffered in those years. Occasionally, when she recalled something inadvertently, she would feel that the memory was far away from her, like watching a movie from the perspective of a bystander, no matter how sad she was.
, and cannot empathize with it.
The wind was slightly cool, and there was the sound of rushing water in the bathroom. Jun Qing was taking a bath, and Xia Qing, like all the wives in the world, carefully laid out the meals and poured Jun Qing's favorite red wine and his favorite wine.
Favorite music.
"Honey, are you there?" Jun Qi shouted, mixed with the swishing sound of the water.
Xia Qing's face turned red and burned for a long time, just because of those two words: wife.
"Wife...wife...wife..." When he received no response, Jun Qi kept shouting wildly, louder and louder. If he continued like this, everyone in the entire Jun family mansion would hear it.
Xia Qing came back from her trance, her cherry-colored lips curled up unconsciously, and the trance-like happiness gradually became real. She put down the things at hand and walked to the bathroom, "What's the matter?"
Jun Qi was displeased and said critically, "What should you say, husband?"
Well, this man has been particularly stubborn about the issue of address since they got married. He has strictly corrected her speech problems more than once, and he is very concerned about whether she calls him husband. If Xia Qing forgets or is embarrassed to say so,
, he will 'remind' her very seriously until she 'remembers', for example, right now.
Xia Qing had no intention of getting entangled, and those memories of blushing and heartbeating reminded her that she must not be serious with Jun Qi, otherwise, he would work very hard to 'correct' her inappropriate remarks in a 'practical' way.
"Okay, hubby, what's the matter with you?" She compromised unreasonably.
Jun Qi said with a smile, "Honey, there is a gift for you in the drawer. Be good and go find it yourself and see if you like it."
"Gift?" Xia Qing was confused.
"Go find it quickly." Jun Qi urged.
Well, since it was his strong request.
Xia Qing walked back to the bedroom, rummaged and searched, and finally found a beautifully wrapped gift in the drawer of the bedside table. It was a big gift box, just like it was piled on the Christmas tree at Christmas.
The kind below fills the drawer so much that no other things can be put in it.
She squinted her eyes and slowly untied the ribbon, and then she found that the gift box was so full that the lid couldn't even be fastened tightly. As soon as the ribbon was untied, the gift box immediately exploded into a pile of golden light.
Shiny things slipped out and scattered on Xia Qing's knees.
When she was nineteen years old, she was obsessed with ancient Egyptian-style armbands, inlaid with large gems, gold as the base, and exquisite carvings. Unfortunately, it was difficult to find that kind of antique art. She only mentioned it to Jun Qi.
Once... Xia Qing saw a small card tied with red silk thread under the bracelet. There were writings flying in the air, which could be seen through the paper.