After sending all the guests away, Wang Shuheng and Qiao Si returned to their home. Wang Xiaoxiao wanted to follow them, but was decisively rejected by Wang Shuheng, so she had to return to the Wang family mansion aggrievedly.
This night, there were only two of them in their own home.
Qiao Si sat on the edge of the bed, nervous and at a loss, holding the corners of her skirt tightly with both hands, her eyes falling on the red diamond on her ring finger, motionless.
When Wang Shuheng walked towards her, her heart was beating wildly, flushing spread all over her face from her ears, but she didn't dare to move at all.
The moment Wang Shuheng sat down next to her, she clearly heard her own heartbeat. When his hand covered the back of her hand, her body trembled suddenly and she straightened her waist immediately.
Wang Shuheng didn't seem to notice anything unusual about Qiao Si. He lightly brushed his fingers over the red diamond and asked, "Do you like it?"
His breath blew against her ears, making her feel numb. She nodded slowly and replied, "Before today, I had imagined how the finished ring would look like countless times, but I really didn't expect it.
It will look so beautiful. Wang Shuheng, you are really talented."
Wang Shuheng stretched out his arms to wrap her in his arms, but sighed softly, "If it was six years ago, it would have looked better."
Qiao Si suddenly thought of something, "Can I ask you a question?"
"You can ask whatever you want to know, and I will tell you without reservation." Wang Shuheng replied with a smile.
Qiao Si finally moved. She turned to look at Wang Shuheng and asked softly, "You once told me that every painting you painted lacked soul. Why is this? Is it related to your right hand?"
"Have you guessed it all?" Wang Shuheng asked back.
Qiao Si shook his head, "I'm just a little confused. I usually see you holding the pen with your right hand when signing and writing, but you only use your left hand when painting. In my memory, I have never seen you wearing it.
Short-sleeved, even in the hottest summer, you will definitely wear a shirt. And, you told me, you can't drive. Is your right hand injured?"
Wang Shuheng laughed softly, slowly released his arms around Qiao Si, took off his coat, and then rolled up the cuff of his right hand. He did not stop until he reached his elbow.
Qiao Si kept watching his movements. As his sleeves rolled up higher and higher, she also saw a scar. The scar was about 3 centimeters long, light brown in color, and was on the outside of his elbow.
Qiao Si's eyes suddenly widened and she asked nervously, "What kind of scar is this?"
"Gun scar." Wang Shuheng replied calmly, without any emotion at all.
Qiao Si felt nervous and subconsciously asked, "What's going on?"
Wang Shuheng rubbed her hair, couldn't help but press a kiss on her forehead, and said softly, "Don't worry, it's been many years. Although it looks a bit ugly, it won't turn into a disability."
As for why there is this scar, six years ago, I was in Paris. I was creating in the studio late one night, and a gunfight suddenly broke out outside the studio. Unfortunately, I was affected and was shot in my right arm.
After that, I could no longer hold a paintbrush with my right hand..."
"So, when Wang Xiaoxiao said she saw you covered in blood, was it because of this?" Qiao Si frowned, but reached out to touch the gun scar.
"Yes, I fell into a coma soon after being shot. When I woke up, I was already in the hospital. I saw Xiaoxiao standing by my bedside, and my eyes were swollen from crying. But the first words she spoke to me were...
This is what I least want to hear in my life." Wang Shuheng's expression finally changed, he frowned and his voice trembled, "She said: Wang Shuheng, why did you wake up? Minzhi and Qiu He
Something happened, and we can't go back in time to see them one last time."
Qiao Si was startled. Something flashed through her mind so fast that she couldn't catch it. "What happened to your parents at that time?"
"That's right." Wang Shuheng took a deep breath, a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes, "After my mother married my father, my father rarely had time to accompany her in order to take care of the family business. For this, my father has always felt guilty. So,
During that not-so-critical period, in order to compensate my mother, the two of them went on a trip to Sichuan. Who would have expected that on a winding mountain road, a freight truck crashed into their car, causing the car to crash.
The two cars fell down the mountain at the same time, killing everyone, and no one survived."
Qiao Si was frightened when she heard this. She suddenly remembered what Chen Xiaoxiao had said to her, and asked again, "Is this really just an accident?"
"Whether it was an accident or not, at least we didn't find any other clues. After so many years, although there are many rumors from the outside world that speculate that this was not an accident, but someone did it deliberately, I have mobilized almost all the manpower and material resources
, but nothing was found.”
"Qiao Si, are you scared?" Wang Shuheng asked suddenly.
Qiao Si stared at him seriously and said to him, "If I were afraid, then I wouldn't be your bride today."
Wang Shuheng took her into his arms again, whispered to her ear, "I will never let you get hurt in any way."
"I believe you." Qiao Si also slowly stretched out her arms to hug him, buried her face in his chest, listened to his vigorously beating heart, and slowly raised the corners of her lips.
"Qiao Si." His voice suddenly became hoarse.
"Um?"
"Spring nights are too short, let's not let this wonderful time live up to us..."