At sunset, Ye Hui leaned closely into the man’s embrace behind her, held by his large hands. From a distance, there was nothing special, but actually, the two on the horse were composing their most beautiful love story.
The moon rose high in the sky, and who knows how many hours had passed.
Two tall men rode horses down the slope, looking at the couple galloping on horseback under the sky. Huang Fuzeduan said, “Second Junior Brother, it’s almost midnight. His wife must be tired. Shouldn’t we ask them to stop?”
Qin Yuhang looked up at the moon hanging in the sky and said, “Wait a bit longer. The time hasn’t come yet.”
Huang Fuzeduan looked surprised: “Second Junior Brother, so you knew…”
Qin Yuhang smiled: “Senior Brother knew too.”
The two looked at each other and laughed heartily, understanding each other tacitly.
As long as his wife is happy, as long as Third Junior Brother gets what he loves, as long as everyone lives well, nothing is a problem.
…
“Are you tired, my dear?”
At some unknown time, the tone behind her changed, steady yet gentle, with the arm around her waist growing tighter.
Ye Hui looked back, still seeing those azure blue eyes, but now they seemed like the water of a sacred lake, clear enough to reflect the cloudless summer sky.
“Big Brother, your sister is not tired. We can do it again.”
Ye Hui’s tears immediately welled up, turning to give the man behind her a sweet smile.
