Xiao Shen and Jiang Xiafan never knew what kind of person he was. Now Xiao Shen's whole body was bathed in sunlight. The light and shadow passed through his hands holding the knife and fork, through his bent elbows, and his half-bright and half-hidden outlines. Even though she was so far away from him, she could still smell the faint smell of aftershave on his body. For a long time, she felt that this smell made her feel at ease. In fact, she was grateful to him for taking her out of the fog and leading her to live a completely different life.
Jiang Xiafan stood on the stairs looking at him like this. She suddenly understood why she married him. Maybe it was because he had the same bright and charming eyes as the boy in white in her dream, maybe it was because he gave her an inexplicable sense of security.