Ren Yixuan’s appearance made him feel fearful, afraid that before he returned to her side, she might already lean on soone else.
Rong Jing’s insidious intentions also scared him, fearing that Xiao ng would sacrifice herself for the so-called Yin Family.
If that happened, he would truly go mad and regret it deeply.
Those pitch-black eyes looked at him and said faintly, "Afraid."
Su Xiaong couldn’t say any of the drafts she had prepared in her heart, suddenly she laughed, her chin slightly lifted,
"Knowing fear ans you’re not beyond saving."
Yin Shixiu’s lips curved into a faint arc.
"Alright, now close your eyes."
Su Xiaong told Yin Shixiu.
"..."
Yin Shixiu gazed at her sowhat stunned.
"Why, close your eyes! I have sothing to give you. Do you think I made this trip to just give you flowers and cook a al boringly?"
She said, keeping a serious face.
Eric quietly picked food, ate food, feeling truly stuck, unable to leave nor stay, just feeling like this big third wheel was about to short-circuit.
Do these two have to show their affection so indifferently in front of him?
Really taking him like an outsider?
Kept picking food, eating food...
Eric, having a strong curiosity, couldn’t stand it.
Su Xiaong asked Yin Shixiu to close his eyes, naturally wanting to surprise him, though the surprise had nothing to do with Eric, but... he was really curious.
Yin Shixiu didn’t ask more, just closed his eyes.
He heard the sound of a chair moving, other sounds were too subtle, making it hard to guess what she was doing.
At this mont, a gentle, boneless hand grasped his palm, her hand felt sowhat cold, despite the hot weather...
Warr than her hand was a tallic object...
Touching the tip of his left ring finger, then sliding over his knuckles.
Su Xiaong saw that the ring was obviously larger than his finger, just this detail made her heart ache terribly.
Yin Shixiu slowly opened his eyes, only to see Xiao ng kneeling on one knee before him, "kneeling" seed more appropriate than "prone."
His eyes, witnessing the ups and downs of life, myriad sights, always showed surprise when seeing this person.
Body stiffened for an instant, looking at the wedding ring he used on his prosthetic arm to fake death... his heart grew timid and guilty.
This was... their wedding ring...
He was convinced that Su Xiaong, upon seeing this ring, would believe in his death.
He thought he made the most appropriate decision then, but knew well, this ring would be a sharp knife plunging into her heart.
Thinking of this, fingers trembling as he wanted to draw back...
Su Xiaong gripped his hand tightly, raising her head to look closely at him,
"I’ll only forgive you this once, Yin Shixiu, if it happens again, if you dare throw away our wedding ring... try . I’ll make you regret it for life!"
The harsh words weren’t the usual joking threats, rather carrying a command he couldn’t defy!
Yin Shixiu looked at the ring newly placed on his ring finger.
While his heart tightened, it also felt as if it finally landed.
He reached to pull Su Xiaong, hugging her in his arms.
Su Xiaong originally knelt on one knee, but when he gently pulled, she knelt on both knees.
By now, if Eric could still sit unaware eating, it truly ant he had no sense.
Standing up, he finally left the space to Su Xiaong and Yin Shixiu.
The al on the table, however good, couldn’t compare to a lover’s embrace?
Eric walked alone in the manor’s garden, the garden only planted with a small patch of blue roses. He walked over and saw the obviously trimd remnants and wilted petals, this tall, sturdy man suddenly squatted down.
With a small shovel nearby, likely left by the gardener.
He dug a hole, muttering as he dug,
"Fallen petals are not heartless objects, turning into spring mud to protect the flowers..."
"What are you doing? A big man like you, learning from Lin Daiyu to bury flowers?"
A cute, mischievous girl’s voice sounded by his ear...
The shovel fell to the ground, Eric’s tightening heart leaped, turned sharply... those eyes filled with joy akin to fireworks bursting, yet imdiately upon seeing a young woman dressed in gardener’s clothes behind him, the joy vanished like the fireworks.
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