But at this moment, opening the door, he saw that little lump asleep on the bed, the soft yellow glow of the night lamp enveloping her, gentle and warm.
His heart suddenly calmed down.
He walked over quietly, step by step to the side of the bed, and sat down.
He didn't turn on the light, but he could still clearly see her long, curly, soft eyelashes, that beautifully tipped little nose, and those slightly pursed pink lips.
In fact, from five to now nearly twenty-two, so many years have really passed, but in his heart, she hasn't changed a bit.
No matter how cold, quiet, or indifferent others found her.
He knew that wasn't the real her; he knew what a burning heart lay beneath her cool exterior.
Much like himself once...
Gently, he held her uncovered hand, fingers interlocking, entwined so intimately, their wedding rings shining brilliantly under the soft glow of the night lamp.
