Soon, winter gives way to spring.
On their thirty-fourth wedding anniversary, Sienna Thornton and Simon Forrester move into a small apartnt in the old quarter.
Returning to this once familiar environnt, she feels as though she is traveling through ti, back to thirty years ago, vividly seeing everything that happened in this house.
That year, she was twenty-seven and Simon was thirty-two, the most beautiful years of life.
They t and fell in love in this small house and faced her first setback in life together.
She rembers when she had a fracture, this unfamiliar man would co anyti she called, fulfilling all her unreasonable requests.
She rembers him confessing to her at the door on the first snowy day.
She rembers their first and only intense argunt in this house. That ti, she decisively wanted to cut ties, and Simon had no way with her, simply kissed her forcefully and shalessly stayed over.
She even rembers, in the early stages of their relationship, when she didn’t want things to happen too quickly, Simon’s restraint and patience, as well as his respect and care for her...
Scenes from the past, like hidden gems, vividly leap in front of her eyes.
Her eyes well up.
Simon is arranging the books he brought over in the bookshelf, and she tenderly hugs him from behind, softly saying, "Honey, I love you."
He smiles, turns his head, and kisses her: "I love you too."
She just holds him like that, watching him seriously categorize his books and put hers in as well, and while putting them away, asking her if the categorization is right.
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The house is all tidied up, and the two hold hands to the pedestrian street to find sothing to eat. Passing by a Wrayhaven cuisine restaurant, Sienna exclaims, "I didn’t expect Wrayhaven cuisine to open a restaurant!"
Simon looks dotingly at his wife, laughingly asks, "Do you want to eat?"
"Yes! I never thought I’d be able to eat Wrayhaven cuisine in the city! I want to eat it so much I could cry!"
Simon laughs and escorts her into the restaurant.
The two find a seat by the window, and Sienna hurriedly opens the nu, looks for a while, and then frowns, saying, "What should I do? I want to eat everything on this nu."
"If you want to eat, order them all. If we can’t finish, we’ll take it ho."
Sienna gives a playful glance at her husband: "Take it ho, it probably won’t be finished in three days, it’ll spoil."
As she says this, Simon simply looks at the nu with her and helps her decide.
"How about a serving of Eight Bowls, with two servings of rice and two servings of clear soup?" Simon asks.
Eight Bowls is a traditional dish in Z City, consisting of eight bowls with assorted delicacies, stir-fried at, stead at, spicy atballs, mixed dish, fried chicken, stead atballs, and silver thread tripe. The portions are just right for two people, allowing them to enjoy a variety of dishes at once.
"Yes, yes! I’ll go with what you suggest!" Sienna is very happy, and in fact, she would eagerly accept any dish Simon proposed.
Despite her lifelong independent career, having risen to high ranks for many years, she actually relies on Simon quite a bit in life. Often, it is Simon who helps her make decisions. And for Simon, every ti he offers advice and receives his wife’s acceptance and approval, he feels good too. So, many things that might seem unreasonable or annoying to other n, he cooperates with patiently.
Simon calls over the waiter to order, and soon the steaming Eight Bowls are served.
Sienna hadn’t had her hotown dishes for a long ti, her eyes lighting up as she picks up chopsticks, eagerly reaching for the fragrant, greasy stead at.
Simon says, "Have so soup to warm your stomach first," but before he finishes his sentence, she has already taken a bite of at.
Simon smiles helplessly, shakes his head, pushes the clear soup with chives to her, and then pulls a napkin to help wipe the grease from her lips.
"Delicious! The taste is authentic!" She picks up a piece of at and puts it in Simon’s bowl, "You try it too."
Simon tastes it and nods: "It’s quite good."
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After dinner, the couple strolls around the pedestrian street hand in hand, both to digest and to enjoy the lively atmosphere.
There are many stalls selling little things on the pedestrian street, and Sienna browses here and there, buying a lot of things.
Simon laughs, saying she’s even more childish than Yvie, and she imdiately clings tightly to his arm, teasing: "Didn’t you say I would always be twenty-two in your heart? This is how a twenty-two-year-old girl behaves."
Simon bursts into laughter, holds her tighter, and heads ho.
After walking a while, he says, "The kids originally planned to have dinner here tonight, to celebrate our housewarming and our thirty-fourth wedding anniversary."
"Best not," Sienna says, "the three kids are tall, standing in that small apartnt, it’s going to be cramped!" She only returned to the country two months ago and is already so overwheld by the three kids that she desperately wants so peace and quiet. "If I miss them, I can go stay for a few days, anyway it’s not far, just don’t let them ruin our love nest."
Simon is amused and laughs again: "You’re still so clever!"
"Of course! Didn’t you always call Little Zhuge?"
"Well, now you’re Old Zhuge."
Sienna laughs heartily, gently hitting Simon’s chest, which remains firm despite being over sixty. Simon seizes those naughty little hands stirring his chest, leans down, and kisses them.
The couple leisurely strolls, and Simon gazes up at the sky: "Tonight there are four planets aligning."
Sienna follows his gaze: "Really? Which four?"
Simon points out Saturn, Moon, Venus, and Jupiter: "These four planets align, forming what’s known as the ’Four Planets Alignnt,’ a rare astronomical event that occurs once in a century."
Sienna isn’t particularly interested in astronomical events, casually asks: "What does it signify?"
"It signifies that lovers who see this alignnt together will never be separated in their entire lives."
Noticing he’s fabricating, Sienna playfully covers her mouth to laugh, and after laughing, pinches his waist: "Keep on fooling ! You said this before about snow, the aurora borealis. In my view, even if we’re looking at a dark cloud together, you would still manage to say sothing romantic. You’re getting greasier as you age..."
"Where am I greasy? I use face wash every day."
"In temperant, you’re greasy."
"What should I do then?"
"Do nothing... Anyway, I’m not afraid of grease..."
"Then maybe I can be a bit greasier..."
"Too greasy isn’t good, it can cause diarrhea..."
The pedestrian street is bustling with people, with colorful lights and displays lining the road.
Sienna is nestled in Simon’s arms, smiling happily and contentedly.
Simon holds her, occasionally lowering his head to kiss her temple.
They want to return together to the place where they first fell in love.
The moonlight stretches their shadows long, reminiscent of their younger selves.
In the autumn of that year, she first arrived at the Treaty and Law Departnt, Simon would pick her up every evening after work, and they would walk together to the dormitory at the design institute.
In the piercing cold wind, he held her close, whispering all the love a man could have for a woman.
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