Ling Chuxia walked dejectedly toward the door, her heart filled with loss and disappointment. She felt a pang of sadness when suddenly, she bumped her head into something, paused, and looked up.
The man’s facial features, bit by bit, imprinted into her eyes, gradually becoming clearer. Ling Chuxia’s face, still marked by loss, in the next second faded completely. Her large eyes suddenly widened, a bright spark flashed in her eyes, "You... you came?"
Shi Che stood still on the spot, slightly panting from having run a distance, yet he tried his best to restrain himself, his face calm, merely nodding slightly, "Yes."
Ling Chuxia couldn’t describe her own emotions, only feeling a warm tide quickly rushing up from the bottom of her heart, reaching up to her eyes, involuntarily, a trace of moisture appeared.
Just now, she truly thought he wouldn’t come, she really believed that no matter what she did, he would continue to dislike her, loathe her.
Her nose felt a bit sour, her vision also gradually blurring. Fearing that Shi Che would see her tears, Ling Chuxia quickly lowered her head, yet her lips still blossomed into a big smile, her voice soft, "Then, shall we go in?"
Ling Chuxia’s voice trembled slightly. Shi Che couldn’t help but look toward her, she was hanging her head low. Shi Che couldn’t see her expression, but he could see the upward curve of her lips. Gentleness gradually filled his eyes, and even the sound of his voice became much more tender, "Yes, let’s go in."
As they passed the concession stand, Shi Che paused for a moment and then turned toward it. Ling Chuxia stopped, somewhat puzzled, looking at him. After a moment, Shi Che turned back holding a Coke in one hand and a bucket of popcorn in the other.
Ling Chuxia stared at Shi Che blankly. She remembered that Shi Che didn’t eat these things, right? Why would he buy them...
But before she could finish her thought, Shi Che had already stuffed the items in her hands, Ling Chuxia instinctively took them, blinking her large eyes, a hint of confusion shimmering in them.
Shi Che felt a bit flustered under her gaze, quickly looking away, trying to sound very nonchalant, "You like eating these, don’t you?"
From childhood, she always loved these snacks.
Ling Chuxia didn’t expect that Shi Che would still remember what she liked to eat. She looked down at the Coke and popcorn in her hands, not knowing why, a slow, sweet feeling infiltrated the depths of her heart.
After watching the movie, the two followed the crowd out. Since most people who came to the cinema today were couples, walking very intimately, either holding hands or embracing each other, as if announcing to the whole world that they were a couple, that they were happy.
Ling Chuxia habitually lagged a step behind Shi Che, no hand-holding, no embracing. The two of them, despite being husband and wife, were even less intimate than those young couples.
Ling Chuxia looked around; she wasn’t sure if it was the atmosphere around or something else. She raised her eyes to Shi Che, then her gaze slowly dropped to his hand. His palm was large, warm, with long and thin fingers, evenly proportioned joints.
Suddenly, she really wanted to hold his hand, just like other couples, fingers tightly intertwined.
Ling Chuxia swallowed hard, her own hand, slowly reaching out toward Shi Che’s...