Being told by Chen Shan in this way, Ding Jinshi felt a stroke of luck like stepping on ****.
The group of people left at around ten, Lin Chan and the others left in high spirits, but Ding Long was truly drunk.
"Damn Lin Chan! It was the sa during the engagent last ti!" Ding Jinshi gritted her teeth in anger, but thankfully this ti they were at ho, so she didn’t need to carry Ding Long upstairs, only had to help him into the room.
Ding Long was as drunk as a puddle of mud, Ding Jinshi finally managed to get him onto the bed. Luckily, Ding Long was at ho, only wearing his ho clothes, she just needed to take off his jacket, not like the things done on the engagent night.
After settling Ding Long, Ding Jinshi went to the living room, looked at the chaotic dining table, shook her head and sighed, resigned to roll up her sleeves and got to work.
Although Ding Jinshi was pampered by Ding Long to be particularly lazy, it didn’t an she couldn’t do housework, just that with Ding Long around, he wouldn’t let her touch it.
After tidying up the living room and dining table, it was almost midnight, Ding Jinshi, who had a cleanliness obsession, finally felt comfortable looking at the clean and tidy living room, only then did she go back to the room to rest.
During the night, Ding Jinshi wasn’t drunk, and having worked for an hour, she had a particularly good sleep, lying beside Ding Long, falling asleep in no ti.
That night, the moon was cool and the wind was still, heavy curtains blocked the moonlight completely, the lights turned off, leaving the room silently plunged into darkness.
At two in the morning, the man on the bed suddenly opened his eyes and woke up in a groggy state, feeling the warmth beside him, he raised his hand to pull the sleeping woman next to him into his embrace.
Ding Jinshi shifted slightly to find a comfortable position in his arms, but didn’t wake up. His breath was filled entirely with her scent, clean and pure.
Perhaps because the night was too dark, too quiet, Ding Long couldn’t see the sleeping face of the woman in his arms, but all sorts of mories from the past life ca to mind.
Her hate, her determination, and her eventual fate of shaving her head and becoming a nun.
All the mories caused his heart to ache.
"Jinshi." Ding Long buried his face in the side of her neck, his voice very quiet because he didn’t want to wake her, yet couldn’t resist calling her na.
No one can understand how much Ding Long wanted to cry at this mont while holding her.
How tragic the last life was, how fortunate this life is, that’s how much he wanted to cry at this mont.
"Jinshi, Jinshi, Jinshi."
In the dark room, only his hoarse voice repeatedly called her na.
Each call seed to stir up waves in the ocean of the heart.
How precious are a man’s tears?
Being from a military background, Ding Long always lived by the code of shedding blood but not tears. Having lived two lives, facing his daughter’s death, facing her resentnt, Ding Long endured with reddened eyes and dared not drop a tear. But now, holding her sleeping form in the night, he allowed himself this once.
"Jinshi, I, Ding Long, am so fortunate to be the one who married you." Even knowing she couldn’t hear, Ding Long still whispered in her ear, "Jinshi, I love you."
Night, so quiet, so quiet.
Quiet to the point where even his breathing beca so pronounced.
When Ding Jinshi woke up, a line floated into her ears, Jinshi, I love you.
She closed her eyes again, not moving, yet her heart was filled with waves.
She could feel the dampness on her neck, Ding Jinshi asked herself, are those really Ding Long’s tears?
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