Dream 6

"It's all my fault. I made my wife cry..."

"It's my fault..."

"My dear, please forgive me!" Huo Weixi coaxed softly, patting Huang Yaya's back gently.

In Huo Weixi's arms, Huang Yaya gradually stopped crying!

"Okay, don't cry anymore." Huang Yaya left his arms and smiled at him.

"My eyes are swollen from crying!" Huo Weixi's tone was filled with heartache.

He gently touched Huang Yaya's red and swollen eye bags with his hand, his movements as gentle as a spring breeze.

It was only then that Huang Yaya realized that his hand was injured, and asked with concern: "How did your hand get injured?"

"It's okay." Huo Weixi continued, "Madam, I'll get you some water so you can wash your face!"

Huang Yaya didn't answer, but just kissed this extremely gentle man. His lips were very soft and very cold!

After their lips parted, Huang Yaya looked at his gentle face like jade, looked at his eyes softer than moonlight, and carefully expressed her feelings: "Thank you for appearing when I needed you the most."

Huo Weixi was not happy to hear this, but blamed herself and said, "My dear, it's all my fault that I can't be with you. I will definitely..."

"Give me a little while, I will definitely be able to prove it to you."

Huang Yaya shook her head and nodded heavily. Only then did she understand the saying, "Love in dreams must be true."

She has feelings for him, and she also feels that he has feelings for her, so it doesn't matter whether it's a dream or not. As long as this feeling is real, it's fine.

Huo Weixi held Huang Yaya's hands tightly and said in an extremely sincere tone, "My wife, believe me, I will do it."

"Yes! I believe you." Huang Yaya said firmly.

Her stomach was rumbling now; she was hungry. The meal was originally decent, but in the end, none of the three of them ate much.

Huo Weixi noticed the slight sound and asked, "Are you hungry?"

Huang Yaya nodded and replied, "Yeah, I'm hungry."

"What do you want to eat?"

"Yeah, I want to eat dumplings."

"good."

Ruomei had already asked the kitchen to prepare dumplings. Huang Yaya and Huo Weixi walked to the door side by side and looked at the moon in the sky.

The moon is crescent, which is very special in this dark night. Although there are many tiny stars in the sky, they are not as beautiful as the moon.

Huang Yaya pulled Huo Weixi to sit on the doorstep and gently leaned her head on his shoulder, while Huo Weixi put his arm around her.

Flowers are in full bloom, the moon is full, and people live long together. There are no flowers at this moment, and the moon is not round, but these are not important. At this moment, she just wants to be with him for a long time.

"Wei Xi, will you change your mind?"

Huo Weixi said solemnly: "No."

Then, he suddenly stood up, knelt upright on the ground, raised his right hand, swore an oath, and said loudly: "The moon is my witness. If I, Huo Weixi, change my mind about my wife, let me die without a burial place."

Huang Yaya felt soft inside at this moment. It was enough, someone valued her so much. She put her arms around his neck from behind, rested her chin on his broad shoulders, and called out softly, "Wei Xi~"

Huo Weixi turned his head, held Huang Yaya's hand that was hanging on his chest, smiled gently, and said, "Qingqing."

Ruomei came over carrying a food box and called out tentatively, "My Lord, Madam..."

For Ruomei, this scene was unbearable to watch. Their iron-willed marquis, the most popular general of Yue State, was actually punished by his own wife to kneel.

Not only was he punished to kneel, but the lady also clung to him from behind. What kind of mistake had their marquis made?

Huang Yaya was just about to peck him on the cheek when she heard Ruomei's voice and stood up awkwardly.

Huo Weixi showed some regret on his face. He stood up and took Ruomei's lunch box, saying, "No need to wait on me. Please leave."

Ruomei gave a knowing smile, then ran away in small steps.

"Where are Ruolan and Ruozhu?" Huang Yaya asked in confusion. She only saw Ruomei today.

Huo Weixi took Huang Yaya's hand and walked to the wooden table. He replied, "It's New Year's Day today, so I let them rest on their own."

Huo Weixi took out two bowls of dumplings and a pot of wine from the food box, then turned around and closed the door.

The bowl of dumplings was small, and Huang Yaya could count them all at once—there were only six. She scooped one up with a spoon and tasted it. It was pork-filled, the wrapper very springy, and the filling was delicious and fragrant.

Huang Yaya finished eating quickly, and Huo Weixi placed his own bowl in front of Huang Yaya.

She was very hungry, but after eating a few hot dumplings, she was no longer so hungry.

Huang Yaya picked up the bowl, scooped up a plump dumpling with a spoon, brought it to her mouth and blew on it, then moved it to Huo Weixi's mouth. Huo Weixi ate the dumpling with a smile on his face.

Huang Yaya looked at her hand and asked, "Does it still hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt anymore."

The gauze was covered in dried blood. It was obvious that a lot of blood had been lost. How could it not hurt? Huang Yaya teased, "If it doesn't hurt anymore, just eat it yourself. If it hurts, I'll feed you."

Huo Weixi replied anxiously: "It hurts, it still hurts."

Seeing Huo Weixi acting like a little kid at this moment, Huang Yaya couldn't help laughing and praised him, "Little Weixi, you're so cute. Come on, open your mouth."

Hearing these words to coax a child, Huo Weixi's cheeks flushed slightly and he opened his mouth cooperatively. He could no longer taste the dumplings in his mouth.