But when she saw their original wedding ring on her finger, she suddenly stopped.
The two of them had been arguing over a ring for so long, did they really just exchange it?
Maybe it’s because habits are hard to change.
Otherwise, why would she be reluctant to take off this one?
Zhuo Jian straightened his waist and looked down at the ring on his hand, the expression on his face became more and more serious.
Fu Yanye also looked at her, "What's wrong?"
"fine."
Zhuo Jian responded readily and quickly put the new ring on her other hand.
Fu Yanye looked at the new ring on her hand, then looked at her again. Seeing her satisfied face, he smiled helplessly.
They are all people who are very attached to the first sight.
But they are very used to pretending.
"The rings for both of you are very suitable."
The staff spoke at the right time.
"Then settle the bill and ask my husband to pay."
Zhuo Jian said, then turned around and looked at the new ring against the light above her head.
I always feel that this is not something that belongs to me.
But the expression on his face seemed to be that he had a favorite toy.
"Okay, please follow me."
The staff nodded and quickly took Fu Yanye to pay.
But when they came out of the store, neither of them was happy.
Zhuo Jian opened her hand with the new ring and looked at the shiny new ring.
It's obviously an international brand, it's obviously the work of a famous designer, it's obviously brand new, but I just don't feel happy.
I also feel very uncomfortable having heavy things on my fingers.
Fu Yanye had his hands in his pockets, looking at her in a daze, and asked her, "Do you not like it?"
"Maybe I'm not used to it. It'll get better after a while. Let's go."
Zhuo Jian said, walking towards the car.
Fu Yanye stood there and watched her walk out before following her.
Why get used to something that you don’t need to get used to?
He is disappointed and sad.
That ring belonged to him, and he had been worried about it ever since he opened his eyes and found that the ring was missing from his hand.
But that doesn't mean he needs a new ring.
How to explain it to her?
I don't want her to pay in vain.
On the way back, Zhuo Jian rested his chin on his hand and kept looking out the window.
Autumn in City A is extremely cold, or you should wear a coat tomorrow.
When they got home, Zhuo Jian went in first. Fu Yanye closed the door. After entering, he saw Zhuo Jian sitting tiredly on the sofa. He walked over and sat next to her: "She seems very tired."
Zhuo Jian raised his eyes to look at him, holding his forehead with his hand, looking directly at him.
She suddenly felt a little unsure and empty.
He was right in front of her.
"who I am?"
Without any beginning or end, I suddenly asked this question softly.
Fu Yanye narrowed his dark eyes, and then smiled: "You are Fu Yanye's wife."
"Fu Yanye's wife."
She chewed these words carefully, put down the hand supporting her chin, and leaned back lazily.
"tired?"
Fu Yanye got close to her.
Zhuo Jian raised his head and saw him in front of him. He didn't move, "Yeah."
"Can I rub it for you?"
As he spoke, he raised his hand and placed it on her temple.
Zhuo Jian felt that his temples suddenly became warmer.
The coolness on his body gradually dissipated, and the warm temperature made the half of her body against him feel warmer. When her vision was blurred, she slowly leaned into his arms, and her hands naturally hugged him.
narrow waist.
It seems that what I lost today is not a ring.
But a heart.
Zhuo Jian pressed her face against his chest and hugged him tighter and tighter.
Before the tears fell, she put her face in his arms to cover her face.
When she smelled the familiar smell, she was so sad that she almost sobbed.
But everything is tolerated in due course.
Fu Yanye stopped moving his hands and looked at her with lowered eyes.
He gently stroked her hair with his hand and whispered: "It's okay, it's just a ring."