After enduring countless trials and tribulations, Jiang Zhi and Shen Qingchen finally found peace. The crises that once raged like raging waves gradually receded, leaving behind only the tranquility and peace of the years. And through these ups and downs, their bond, like gold tempered by fire, grew stronger and deeper.
The first ray of sunlight in the morning gently filtered through the gauze curtains and sprinkled on the spacious and soft bed. Jiang Zhi woke up slowly, and her eyes subconsciously turned to her side, only to see Shen Qingchen sleeping quietly. His well-defined face looked even more handsome in the morning light. His brows were slightly relaxed, and his breathing was even and steady, as if he was immersed in an incomparable beautiful dream. The corners of Jiang Zhi's mouth unconsciously rose, revealing a happy and doting smile. She gently moved her body, moved closer to Shen Qingchen, rested her head on his chest, and listened to his strong heartbeat. That sound was like the most moving music in the world, making her feel extremely safe and secure.
Shen Qingchen seemed to have sensed Jiang Zhi's approach, and his arms subconsciously wrapped around Jiang Zhi's waist, holding her tightly in his arms. Jiang Zhi raised his head, looked at Shen Qingchen, and gently stroked his cheek with his fingers. Shen Qingchen slowly opened his eyes, and there was still a hint of sleepiness in his deep eyes, but the moment he saw Jiang Zhi, it was immediately replaced by love. "Good morning, dear." His voice was low and hoarse, but full of endless tenderness. Jiang Zhi responded softly: "Good morning." The two of them hugged each other quietly, enjoying this moment of tranquility and warmth. Without words, each other's feelings were clearly conveyed in this silent communication.
After breakfast, Shen Qingchen took Jiang Zhi to the family's private garden. It was spring, and the garden was ablaze with colorful blossoms, emitting waves of enchanting fragrance. Butterflies fluttered among the flowers, and bees buzzed busily among them, as if playing a joyful symphony for this beautiful spring day. Jiang Zhi strolled along the garden path, her eyes filled with intoxication and appreciation for the beauty. Shen Qingchen followed her, occasionally plucking a delicate flower and gently inserting it into Jiang Zhi's hair. He would then smile and say, "My wife is so beautiful! This flower is not even one-tenth as beautiful as you." Jiang Zhi's cheeks flushed slightly, and she glanced at him with a frown, but her heart was filled with sweetness.
They arrived at the garden's lake. The water was crystal clear, as calm as a mirror, reflecting the blue sky, white clouds, and the green trees and red flowers lining its shores, creating a natural painting. A small boat was docked by the lake. Shen Qingchen took Jiang Zhi's hand and carefully stepped aboard. He took the oar and gently rowed, and the boat slowly moved forward across the lake, creating ripples. Jiang Zhi sat at the bow, a gentle breeze ruffling her hair. She reached out and gently touched the water, feeling the cool touch. "Do you remember our first boat trip together?" Shen Qingchen looked at Jiang Zhi, his eyes filled with fond memories. Jiang Zhi nodded slightly, a happy smile on her face. "Of course I do. Back then, although we had our troubles, we were filled with hope for the future." As they rowed, they shared memories. Those little moments, the laughter and the tears, now became the most precious treasures in their hearts.
In the afternoon, the sunlight grew softer. Shen Qingchen brought Jiang Zhi to the family study. The room was filled with a faint scent of books, and the shelves were filled with a wide variety of books, from ancient classics to modern commercial works. Shen Qingchen selected a poetry collection they both loved from the shelf, pulled Jiang Zhi to sit on the sofa, and softly recited to her. His voice was magnetic, his recitation rhythmic and full of emotion. Jiang Zhi listened quietly, her eyes focused and affectionate, lost in the beautiful verses and Shen Qingchen's voice. When Shen Qingchen finished a poem, Jiang Zhi clapped softly and praised, "Your recitation is getting better and better. Every time I hear you recite, it's as if I can feel the poet's heart." Shen Qingchen smiled and handed the poem to Jiang Zhi, "Read one too. I want to hear your voice." Jiang Zhi took the poem, thought for a moment, and then recited with deep emotion. Her voice was clear and pleasant, like a spring flowing in the mountains, with a unique gentleness and tenacity. Shen Qingchen listened attentively, his eyes always staying on Jiang Zhi, his heart full of love and appreciation for her.
In the evening, Shen Qingchen brought Jiang Zhi to the family's private mountaintop estate. Standing on the top of the mountain, overlooking the city below, the lights were brilliant, the traffic was busy, and the prosperous scene was in full view. The sunset glow on the horizon was like a colorful painting, dyeing the entire sky orange-red. A breeze blew, bringing bursts of coolness, and Jiang Zhi shivered slightly. Shen Qingchen immediately noticed her discomfort. He took off his coat, gently draped it over Jiang Zhi, and then hugged her tightly in his arms. "Are you cold?" he asked with concern. Jiang Zhi shook her head: "With you here, I'm not cold." The two stood quietly on the top of the mountain, admiring the beautiful night view, feeling each other's warmth and company.
As night fell, the sky gradually became dotted with stars. Shen Qingchen spread a soft blanket on the lawn at the top of the mountain. He and Jiang Zhi lay on the blanket, gazing up at the starry sky. "Look, that North Star. It's always there, guiding people. Just like you, when I was most confused, you were always my guide and support." Shen Qingchen pointed to the North Star in the sky and said to Jiang Zhi. Jiang Zhi turned her head and looked at Shen Qingchen, tears glistening in her eyes. "You are also the most important person in my life. No matter what difficulties we encounter, we must face them together." The two held hands tightly, as if swearing to the starry sky that their love would be as eternal and brilliant as this starry sky.
On this ordinary yet beautiful day, Jiang Zhi and Shen Qingchen experienced no earth-shattering events, but it was these small moments in life that deepened their bond. They learned to find happiness in the ordinary and draw strength from each other's company. Their past separations made them cherish their present togetherness even more. Every smile, every glance, every hug became a testament to their love. They knew the road ahead was long and full of challenges, but as long as they held hands and remained connected, nothing could stand in their way of happiness. With this unwavering faith, they will continue to write their own love story and create a future filled with love and warmth.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
