Song Ci wore a khaki windbreaker and black pants, which matched her red scarf quite well. The red color made her fairer and more attractive.
Han Zhan stared at Song Ci's tender face and whispered, "I always feel guilty that I kidnapped the neighbor's little sister."
Song Ci suppressed her laughter and said, "You are quite self-aware."
Han Zhan held her hand with his right hand.
Song Ci said, "The gloves are quite cold. Please hold my hand with your left hand."
Leather gloves are indeed a bit cold in winter.
Han Zhan thought about it and simply took off his gloves. He had a prosthetic finger on his broken finger. It had a metallic texture, the kind that others could tell at a glance that his hand was disabled, but it didn't look ugly.
Han Zhan directly held the Song porcelain with his right hand.
The touch of the two metal fingers was transmitted to Song Ci's heart through the palm of her hand. Song Ci asked Han Zhan hesitantly: "Han Zhan, do you care about other people's eyes? If so, then wear gloves." Everyone loves beauty, and Han Zhan also wants beauty.
Han Zhan said, "At the beginning, I really cared about it and even gave up on myself. Later I realized that wearing gloves was also to avoid unnecessary trouble and pity."
"But now." Han Zhan smiled, his aura domineering. He said, "I have money, status, a wife and children. No one's sympathetic eyes can hurt me."
Han Zhan was actually not afraid of other people's sympathy and pity. He was more afraid that Song Ci would look at him in that way.
So on the day they got their marriage certificate, when Song Ci boldly asked him to put the ring on her finger with his right hand, Han Zhan felt like Song Ci treated him as a normal person.
That was the first time he mustered up the courage to take off his gloves in front of others and look directly at his own imperfections.
In Song Ci's eyes, Han Zhan was not a poor guy with a disabled hand.
After hearing what Han Zhan said, Song Ci finally felt relieved.
Song Ci actually didn't care about Han Zhan's disability. She went out hand in hand with Han Zhan, not afraid of people finding out that her husband had a handicap. She thought Han Zhan was a good person, good in every way.
After walking for a while, Han Zhan suddenly met a little girl selling flowers. The girl handed the flowers to Han Zhan and said with a sweet smile: "I wish the love between you two will be stronger than gold and last forever!"
Today is not Valentine's Day, but roses are still selling well.
A few nice words from a flower girl would make anyone pay for flowers, and Han Zhan was no exception. Han Zhan was about to use his phone to pay when he heard the flower girl say, "This is for you, big brother." The girl ran away with the flower basket.
Hearing the word "big brother" made Han Zhan feel light-hearted, as if he had suddenly become several years younger.
It’s worth it that he applies facial mask four times a week!
Han Zhan gave the rose to Song Ci, but Song Ci said, "It's for you, just take it."
Han Zhan frowned, then held the flowers in his left hand and Song Ci in his right hand, and continued walking towards the alley restaurant. After walking for a while, Han Zhan met another flower seller, this time a young man.
The young man picked the most gorgeous rose, bent down and gave it to Han Zhan, "Brother, I wish you and my sister a lifetime of love and affection!"
Before Han Zhan could even take out his wallet, the child ran away.
Han Zhan felt something was wrong.
After walking a little further, he met another little girl and was given a flower. After walking another hundred meters, he met another flower seller...
Later, Han Zhan couldn't hold the flower with one hand, so he had to let go of Song Ci and hold it with both hands.
He counted silently in his mind and found that he had received forty-nine flowers. Han Zhan, a grown man, holding a large bunch of beautiful roses, attracted many people's attention when he walked into the alley restaurant with Song Ci.
Those who can enter the alley restaurant to dine are all from the upper class. Han Zhan is the new richest man in Wangdong City. Who doesn’t know him?
Being stared at by those familiar and unfamiliar friends, Han Zhan felt a rare sense of shame in his heart.
Song Ci walked over to their seat and sat down. Han Zhan had too many roses and it was not convenient to sit down. Song Ci stood up again and took the initiative to pull out a chair for Han Zhan.
"Han Zhan, sit down."
Han Zhan sat down, holding the flowers, feeling a little dazed.
He had already guessed that these roses were not given to him by those enthusiastic strangers, but by those arranged by Song Ci.
There are two blooming roses in the vase on the dining table.
Han Zhan noticed that there was only one rose on other people's tables.
Song Ci did not sit down. She bent down and took a bright red rose from the vase with her delicate hands. She placed the rose in the bouquet in Han Zhan's arms.
Her rose is the most beautiful and charming.
Han Zhan heard Song Ci say, "Big brother, I wish you peace and longevity. This time when you go to the moon, you must return on time and in good health. Song Ci is waiting for you on Earth."
Han Zhan felt a strange feeling in his heart when he saw Song Ci’s eyes turned red.
Feeling satisfied, yet sad.
"Song Dynasty porcelain..."
"Shh!" Song Ci put her finger in front of her lips, signaling Han Zhan to shut up.
Han Zhan closed his mouth, said nothing, and looked at his little wife quietly.
Song Ci stared at Han Zhan and the roses. She said, "Han Zhan, it's Christmas 2023. Song Ci gave you 50 roses on Earth. And you gave me nothing. So, Han Zhan, you owe me 50 roses."
Han Zhan frowned slightly, "Then, what kind of return gift should I give?"
Song Ci said: "I want you to give me a rose every Christmas from now on. From 2024 to 2074, you must give me a rose every Christmas before you turn 85." After the age of 85, he might have died.
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