His escape just now left Feng Yao confused and at a loss. She subconsciously clenched her fingers and bit her lips in extreme embarrassment.
I was so embarrassed that I wanted to cry, but I saw him come back.
She suddenly looked up at him at the door, and all the embarrassment in her heart disappeared in an instant.
He doesn't hate her, he doesn't dislike her!
With red eyes, she looked at him with grievance and joy, and nodded obediently, "Okay, my husband, drink less and come back soon."
Zhu Longyuan looked at her eyes, which were as aggrieved as a little white rabbit, and saw the joy that suddenly filled her eyes because of his return. He felt very confused.
He stood still for a few seconds, then stepped over the threshold and walked step by step to the bed.
Looking down at her helpless and aggrieved look, he sighed softly, reached out and gently hugged her, letting her lean on him.
"Be good, don't think too much. I heard everything you said, and I remembered it. I understand everything... I am your husband, you can say anything to me."
He patted her back gently, "It's okay, it's okay..."
Feng Yao buried her cheek in his warm waist, feeling depressed and wanting to cry.
Not sad.
It was a secret love that had lasted for such a long time, but under his pity, it suddenly fermented into grievance.
She hugged his waist tightly, choking with sobs, and said, "Husband, in fact, I have been very worried during the past six months of waiting to get married. I am afraid that I will spend three to five years and still not be able to be close to you. I am afraid that I will happily marry you but will never be able to warm your heart. Then I will have to go back to Anyang alone and lonely... I am really scared, husband..."
Zhu Longyuan lowered his head and patted her gently, trying to comfort her. "No, I'm not a stone. If I were a stone, I wouldn't marry you. I wouldn't ruin your life's happiness knowing that I can't love you. I'm not that heartless."
He tried to speak to her gently, "I've told you before, I will try to let go of my past feelings, but it takes time. I'm not someone I can never let go of, I just need more time to forget."
Feng Yao nodded, "Well, you told me that I just don't have confidence in myself."
She looked up at him with tears in her eyes, "Just like you are not confident and you can't believe that I like you so much. I am also not confident. I am not sure if you can let go of the past and open your heart to accept me."
Zhu Longyuan looked down at her slightly red eyes and gently stroked them with his thumb. "Then let's start from now on and slowly become more confident, okay? We are already husband and wife. I have to believe that my wife will always admire and worship me, and you have to believe that your husband will see your good side and love and spoil you for the rest of his life."
He smiled and wiped away the tears that welled up in her eyes, "Okay?"
Feng Yao nodded heavily, breaking into a smile, "Okay."
Zhu Longyuan hugged her again, comforted her, and pointed outside, "Then I'll go and make a toast first?"
Feng Yao smiled and hooked his finger, "Okay, I'll wait for you to come back."
Zhu Longyuan looked at the two fingers intertwined together, then looked at his newlywed wife whose eyes were filled with only him, and his heart felt swelled.
He patted her back gently, then turned and left.
Looking at his back, Feng Yao smiled happily.
He was really nice. Just what she had imagined him to be.
So considerate, so kind, so worthy of her lifelong trust.
After marrying him, her idol filter did not break. Instead, she became more obsessed with him as a person, obsessed with every bit of his care and tenderness.
She will work hard to live a good life and spend the rest of her life happily with him.
Zhu Longyuan, walking on the corridor outside, thought of what his beautiful wife had said before, and his heart was filled with mixed emotions.
She said, I am not marrying you to repay you, I just really like you.
She said, beauty is in the eye of the beholder, I just like people like you, in my eyes you are the best man in the world.
She said, I only want to marry you in this life, no matter whether you have a wife or children, I want to marry you.
She said, you are the only one in this world who can turn me from a girl into a woman...
Each of these words kept circling in his ears.
Every time it circled around, it would wrap around the tip of his heart, like a thin silk thread, wrapping his heart tightly in circles, making him feel heartbroken but also with a subtle sweetness.
He looked at the sunset in the sky and suddenly recalled the scene of his first marriage.
At that time, he was happier than he is now.
After all, it's the first time in my life.
After all, he was a young man full of vigor and vitality at that time.
After all, at that time he was full of longing for his wife and full of enthusiasm for his future life.
So, even when he returned to his room drunk from toasting the guests on their wedding night, and sat down next to her and spoke with a slurred tongue, and saw her frown and a hint of disgust, he didn't care.
As the daughter of a minister, a civil official, she naturally disliked him as a rough general, and naturally disliked his drunken and unrefined appearance...
It was not easy for her to leave her home and marry into theirs, so he just had to try his best to please her and coax her.
If he married her, he wouldn't think about anything else but living a good life with her.
So even later, as they were getting along, he discovered that she would dislike him getting all sweaty from morning exercises every day. She would dislike him eating four large bowls of rice at a time. She would dislike him not being able to finish the poem she recited, and she would dislike him not being able to draw her eyebrows...
He discovered that she disliked many things about him, but he didn't take any of them to heart.
She disliked his sweaty morning exercises, so he would take a shower and change into clean clothes before coming back after each morning exercise.
She complained that he ate too much, so he would eat less at the table, and after finishing his meal, he would sneak into the kitchen to eat a few more buns and steamed buns to fill his stomach.
She complained that he didn't know how to write poetry, so he tried his best to take her horseback riding in the spring to let her see her military style.
She disliked many things about him, and he tried hard to cater to her temperament and do better.
So, she finally lived in harmony with him and treated him as an equal.
Then, he was very happy.
He thought that he had finally become a loving couple with her through his own efforts. So he worked even harder to love her, cherish her, and wanted to live with her like this forever...
But in the end, the happiness of several years turned out to be nothing but a mirage.
He was just moved by himself.
Thinking of this previous marriage, Zhu Longyuan couldn't help feeling sad and melancholy.
He raised his hand and rubbed his eyebrows, feeling a little irritated.
He can't even coax a woman like Song Anqiao, can he really make a princess from a royal family fall in love with him forever?
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