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Wanting her does not mean forcing her. If satisfying his own desires would only bring her more fear, he would absolutely never touch her… perhaps just stealing a few kisses, only kisses, at least she doesn’t seem to reject them. Is this the best improvement between them? And nothing more can be hoped for? He sighed silently… Wasn’t he here in Taichung on business? After finishing lunch, she stole a glance at him, not understanding at all how she was now at Sunlinxi, but lacking the courage to ask. This winter was not cold at all, and it was already December 26th. But the mountain was different from the plains, and the cold air made it clear that winter had indeed arrived in this beautiful island, something her wool coat could not defend against. Exhaling a white breath, her hands trembling in her pockets, then a long coat was draped over her thin shoulders, the black velvet coat he had been carrying since getting out of the car. She looked up into his deep eyes, momentarily forgetting to look away. The barely perceptible curve of his lips, he reached out to help her put on the coat; the sleeves were too long, and he folded them twice to reveal her slender, jade-like hands. ”It’s tulip season now, would you like to see?” Holding her hand, following the signpost, they walked towards the greenhouse. Since it wasn’t a holiday, Sunlinxi seemed deserted. In this developed tourist area, a serene atmosphere still lingered, with clouds and mist surrounding the mountain forest, creating a scene both dreamlike and real. Looking up at his handsome profile, she mustered the courage to ask: ”Are you here on business?” ”No,” he replied emotionlessly. Then… what was it? Was he here to relax, or to accompany her? Looking at her hand held in his and placed in his coat pocket, she found it strange that she no longer felt repulsed, and couldn’t help but recall her feelings from seeing those photos a few days ago. Seven years of marriage, and in her heart, he was only defined by the word “terrifying”. She never tried to imagine that perhaps he too felt pain in the process of “harming” her. Especially when he forcibly made her face crowds and failed to integrate her into his world, his cold words might have been an expression of frustration and powerlessness. Recalling his lonely appearance in the photos, then comparing it to the emotionless him before her, her deep-seated fears gradually diminished. This person would not harm her. Why was he the most frightening person to her? Was it just because he did what any married couple would do? She stubbornly remained a little girl, forgetting time’s ruthlessness, so her mature body wrapped a childlike spirit, hiding under her parents’ wings, ignoring the call to grow. He—wasn’t he the most suffering one? ”Are you tired?” He stopped, looking down at her slightly labored breathing. He had forgotten that she rarely went out and was weaker than most. Seeing the greenhouse already in sight, she sighed: ”I want to see the flowers.” Giving him a brave smile, then shyly looking away. She felt she owed him so much, and if possible, she wanted to get along with him well, not letting him feel her fear. ”Okay, let’s rest inside,” his eyes flickered with a touch of tenderness, not quite understanding the reason for her change, yet feeling joy. Only, her change was not because of him. Yes, this was the knot in his heart that had been lingering and impossible to untie. In the vast greenhouse, tulips of various colors were in full bloom, proudly displaying their queen-like figures, drawing surprised sighs from viewers. She took a deep breath, mesmerized by the scenery. Suddenly remembering that seven years ago, they were originally planning to honeymoon in the Netherlands, but it was canceled due to her being seriously ill for several days, and he finally understood she was unwilling to step out the door. Naturally, his carefully planned “surprise” became a disaster in her eyes, always feeling this man was eager to harm her, that her physical pain was not enough, and he wanted to take her abroad to torture her. Memories brought wave after wave of guilt. She turned to look at him, but a protruding piece of ground tripped her, causing her to fall solidly into his embrace. ”Be careful, the ground here is uneven,” he held her in his arms, gently smoothing her loose hair. ”It’s beautiful here,” she whispered in his arms. You are more beautiful, he silently murmured. Wordlessly holding her, he walked a full circle, then guided her to sit in the outdoor rest area and ordered two cups of hot red tea. The mountain climate had always been unstable. Just as sunlight appeared, the next moment clouds immediately gathered, and light rain began to fall without warning. Outside the shelter was no longer just misty clouds, but truly hazy with rain, the chill more intense than before. ”Are you cold?” He sat closer, embracing her back against his chest, his arms firmly encircling her, his thick palm enveloping her cold little hands, rubbing until they were warm before becoming still. ”You’re so good to me,” she murmured. Was it because of his non-interference, or the care without sexual desire, just like her parents would do? ”As it should be,” was all he could answer. As long as he didn’t dream of playing the husband’s role and was content with protecting her without romantic feelings, he would be the good person in her heart. She didn’t need a husband at all. But he—only wanted to be her husband, and to be accepted by her. ”Why… bring me here?” she asked. ”Because you’re no longer afraid to go out. There aren’t many people here, it’s suitable for you.” Driven by an inexplicable impulse, he came. He should have been in the branch company listening to a briefing at this moment; the shareholders would now have another reason to criticize him—a CEO who stood up his employees. ”Thank you.” A sweet feeling welled up in her heart, not understanding why, but welcoming it wholeheartedly. He was not scary at all. She had been so wrong before, treating him like a bad person. Actually, when he didn’t undress her, everything was incredibly good. Her parents had been gone for too long, and she had been without tenderness for too long. Her empty heart had almost forgotten how wonderful it feels to be cherished. Now, having someone care for her like this made her feel so touched. He was truly kind!
