Chapter 231 (1/2)

The man followed Qiao Mu and others down the spiral staircase and returned to the first floor.

The setting sun had faded in the time he had stopped before. The yellow light had already fallen to the west mountain, and the window was dark.

In the living room with the light on, it's very bright.

The door of the kitchen is open.

The man walks in the front, when his steady and broad steps stand still, when he turns his eyes, the picture will freeze in his eyes.

That scene was still fresh in his memory for a long time to come, and even warmed his whole life for the rest of his life.

He has always known that inkstone is beautiful.

She is beautiful, bright and elegant. Her beauty is not publicized, but very dignified and gentle. She is like a peony standing in a clear spring, delicate but not kitsch.

She gives the impression of being so graceful and quiet.

However, the inkstone at this moment overturned all the impressions she had given others in the past.

Her long hair is tied into a bun at the back of her head, with a few strands of soft hair hanging from both sides of her forehead. She is dressed in a plain slim top, a pair of light gray leggings, and a white striped apron. She looks like the most ordinary little wife at home. In the bright light, she stands at the table and looks at him with a smile.

Gentle gesture, is his wife.

On the long table, full of food, steaming, black swan cake surrounded in the middle, everything is warm just right.

The man is outside the hall. Her deep eyes lock her figure. Time seems to stop.

He looked at her across the air, from the door to now, she brought him all the surprises and moved, imperceptible swept his mind.

I can't help it, even if there are outsiders present.