Gazing at the Clouds of Chuān

On the night of our first wedding anniversary, I walked into the living room, toweling my hair dry, and found the lord of our household pacing on the balcony with a bowl of medicine in his hands. A full-blown alarm went off in my head: was he trying to poison the plants with Chinese medicine again?

After a few minutes, it seemed he didn't have any serious plans to harm the flowers and plants, so I went back to the bedroom to get ready.

A few minutes later, I returned to the balcony and found him asleep in the rocking chair. I sighed helplessly, then went back for the blanket on the sofa and draped it over him.

Honestly, I should be the one lying there right now. And then, you know what comes next. ╮(￣▽￣)╭

After covering him, I crouched beside him and watched him.

In the glow of the distant lights, I watched him open his eyes and ask, "Do you still like them?"

I nodded. "Your eyes are still so beautiful."

He reached out and pulled me close. We lay together in the rocking chair, gazing at the stars.

"Just like that, we're both thirty."

"That's okay. You can still be a handsome young man at thirty."

The lord of our household played with my hair and asked, "A handsome young man?"

"Yes. You'll always be my handsome young man." I smiled at him. "No matter how much time passes, you'll always be my handsome young man."

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