The man knelt directly on the bed with one knee, looking down at the small face that was almost within reach. He could barely make out the tiny pores on her skin, and his breath was filled with the scent of body wash she had just used. In that moment, Lu Jingchen slowly felt that he and this woman were truly husband and wife again.
This past week, Song Qiao hadn't been staying at this villa, and he couldn't see her. It was only then that he realized how big and lonely the villa felt.
Today, when he saw her on the drama set, he wanted to hold her tightly in his arms. But then he remembered the words she resolutely said at noon, and he forced himself to hold back.
He initially wanted to pressure her into bowing her head to him, but later, when he saw her again, it was he who bowed his head first.
If asked whether he regretted it, perhaps because he saw her lying here safely and soundly, he should have regretted it, but suddenly he didn't feel regret at all.
