C13 (1/2)

It didn't look like it at all, but completely different.

The man was tall and slender with delicate facial features. His appearance was gentle but bright. He clearly had the heroic, sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes of a man, but he always gave people the illusion that he was elegant and beautiful. His hair was black as ink, tied up in a high bun of red silk. Her fair neck was revealed from her happiness clothing, making her appear even more beautiful in her gorgeous red clothes. The man's face under the candlelight had a coquettish beauty, but if one looked carefully, one would see that he was also gentle and refined. It was truly a paradoxical yet strangely compatible temperament.

Actually, the most eye-catching thing wasn't his outstanding facial features, but his eyes. The serenity was deep, like the dark waters of a deep valley that were nearly hidden, rippling faintly. It was just that when you looked into those eyes, it was as if you could see the happiness, anger, and sadness of your master, but when you looked back, you felt like you didn't see anything at all. It was hard to understand, like his people.

Yun Qiu felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity with this contradictory yet compatible temperament.

The man who was being stared at smiled faintly, ”My wife, if you look at your husband like that, I will feel embarrassed.”

Yun Qiu was pulled back from his stupor by the laughter. He had stared at a man he had just met for so long, his face blushing a few times already. For a moment, she didn't know what to do, so she had to lower her head and act bashful.

Just as she was thinking about how to break this uncomfortable silence, a golden wine cup filled with wine suddenly appeared in front of her. She didn't know whether it was the original color of the wine or the golden color of the wine cup, but the wine was actually a beautiful amber color.

”Here, fifty years of peach blossom wine. Although the aftertaste is very good, it can't be drunk for too long. Try it.”

And after a while? Yun Qiu really wanted to ask, but since they were meeting for the first time, he was too embarrassed to ask.

The man smiled and passed the wine bottle to Yun Qiu.

Yun Qiu reached out his hand to drink it, but was stopped by the man's bony hand. ”My wife, don't worry. A cup of wine isn't something you can drink like this.” As he spoke, he lifted the wrist holding the wine cup and slowly wrapped it around Yun Qiu's wrist. He then raised the wine cup to his mouth and signaled her to do as he said.

Yun Qiu did not understand this, so he could only obey. Actually, he had some lousy thoughts in his heart. She had never been so frustrated in her life.

The smile on Yoga's lips grew even wider. He waited until Yun Qiu had taken his stance before he looked steadily at his beautiful and gentle wife. He said in a low voice, ”May the two of us be healthy and smooth in the future.” As she finished her sentence, she raised her head and drained the cup of wine. Her delicate and beautiful neck was bent at a beautiful angle because of this raise of her head.

Yun Qiu was moved by these words. She raised her eyes to look at her newlywed husband who stood tall and straight. She suddenly understood why her mind had settled when she heard his voice.

The dust was her, he was her, she was the dust that did everything she could for the place all day long. Today, she felt that she had finally met a place where she could be at ease, a place where she didn't need to worry about anything, a person who she could truly rely on.