White Snake, Please Forget Me!

(White Snake: Origin fan fiction, daily life)

I remember those summers after we were married.

The evening breeze made the candle flame flicker. You were mending my clothes, while I sat across from you, quietly watching.

You were always so focused, every stitch precise, as if you were breathing life into the fabric. I sat there watching, my heart full of warmth.

We didn’t say much, but the understanding and warmth between us ran deeper than words ever could.

You would often look up without thinking and glance at me out of habit, a tender smile curling your lips. In that moment, it felt as if I could see all the beauty in the world. You would ask softly, “What is it? You keep looking at me. Is there something on my face?” I would smile and shake my head. “No. I just think you’re beautiful. I wish I could stop time.”

I remember clearly how you paused, then laughed. Your laughter was clear and sweet, like wind chimes in summer. “Silly, we’re together every day. How can you still not get tired of looking at me?” I would grin and answer playfully, “Because every moment with you makes me feel happy and content.”

Then we would sit there together, enjoying the peace and beauty of the moment. You were always smiling, so gentle with everyone and everything...