The wealthy retired wife: Baby, marry me again!

The room here, except for the white floor tiles, is surrounded by transparent glass.Even so, the rooms are cleverly separated from each other, and they cannot be seen from each other at all.

Nonsense, this place is only for honeymooners.Wouldn't it be a mess if it was all opened up and everyone could see it?

The bottom of the sea in the dark seems like an aquarium because of the dim light in the room.Quiet, comfortable, romantic, and beautiful.

"Then why are you unhappy?" Qin Yishu was puzzled. Sometimes, it's really hard to guess what a woman is thinking. He really didn't know why, and her mood suddenly became depressed. "Is it because I just played the piano in the restaurant, did you lose face? I will never do it in the future!"

Since he couldn't guess what she was thinking, he started to think wildly. [

"no."

Qiu Yixian immediately shook her head: "It's not like that, you like that, I like it very much. No, it should be said, as long as it's the song you sang for me and the house you chose for me, I like everything."

"Then you just..."

"I just thought of something, our past." She raised her head, looked at him, and buried her head in his arms: "Actually, I'm not as good as you imagined."

"In my heart, you are the best."

"No." She shook her head, "Really. In fact, I always knew in my heart that you don't owe me anything, it's me. From the beginning, you didn't promise me, it was me who wanted to be with you, It is only because of Zhang Mofei that the first child died, but I also know that you are not to blame for this matter. What's more, you caught up with me later. I always reject you, And hurt your eyes—”

As she said this, her fingers slowly touched the wound at the corner of his eye.

"Aren't I the same?" He also picked up her wrist. On it, there was a thin scar, which was caused by her cutting her own pulse while suffering from depression.

"Actually, I was attracted to you the first moment I saw you." He began to recall, "I admit that I was attracted to you at first because you resembled Ye Zhiqiu, but afterward, I only had you in my heart. "

"I know. I know everything." She nodded. "The happiest thing in my life is meeting you."

He also looked at her deeply: "My biggest wish in this life is to grow old with you."

Seeing the joy in her eyes, he just bowed his head, kissed her lips, and held her hand—fingers interlocked.

"That day, I closed my eyes in the fragrant mist of the Sutra Hall, and suddenly heard the mantra in your chanting.

That January, I shook all the prayer tubes, not for transcendence, but only to touch your fingertips.

That year, I kowtowed and crawled on the mountain road, not to see you, but to hug your warmth.

In that life, I traveled around mountains and rivers and pagodas, not for the purpose of cultivating the next life, but just to meet you on the way.

That night, I listened to Sanskrit singing all night, not for enlightenment, but just to find a trace of your breath.

In that month, I turned all the prayer wheels, not for extension, just to touch your fingerprint.

That year, I kowtowed and hugged the dust, not for the Buddha, but for your warmth. [

In that life, I rummaged through hundreds of thousands of mountains, not to cultivate the next life, but to meet you on the way.

At that moment, I flew into a fairy, not for longevity, but for keeping you safe and happy. "