The rocking chair gently swayed, and Wen Xian was completely immersed in the afternoon’s time.
By the evening, the two of them began preparing a candlelight dinner.
Together, they fried steaks and saury in the small kitchen, and finally, Wen Xian squeezed a lemon, drizzling the juice over the saury.
Lu Xiao was making a cheese sauce for the shrimp, and Wen Xian held a slice of lemon to his mouth. He ate it without looking.
Wen Xian laughed mischievously, waiting to see him wince at the sourness.
But, unexpectedly, Lu Xiao remained nonchalant. Noticing her gaze, he stared back at her before asking seriously,
"What’s wrong? Is there something on my face?"
Hadn’t the sourness got to him? It was a lemon he had eaten, after all.
"No, it isn’t sour?" Wen Xian, utterly baffled, asked incredulously.
Lu Xiao slightly curled his lips, smiling faintly, "It’s not sour; this one is quite sweet."
Upon hearing that, Wen Xian was half convinced.
Then she sliced another piece of lemon, sniffed it, and indeed, it seemed to have a somewhat sweet scent. So, she opened her mouth and took a bite.
The sourness spread through her lips and teeth, so intense it made her nerves tremble; she quickly spat it out, her little face all scrunched up.
She grimaced and sought out Lu Xiao to question him, only to find the Captain’s lips curling up uncontrollably.
Damn! She had tricked herself again.
Since it was their anniversary today, even though it was just the first month, Wen Xian felt it necessary to commemorate it.
In life, we often need a sense of ceremony, even if we are an old married couple, because love needs to be kept fresh.
It is precisely because this person will accompany you for a lifetime that you should cherish them more, and treat them well.
The dining table was set with steak, saury, shrimp in cheese sauce, a sweet and sour beet soup, baked apples, and a small basket filled with toasted bread and butter.
Red wine was poured into tall glasses.
Under the cozy, dim candlelight of the cabin, Wen Xian wore a red slip dress, and Lu Xiao wore suit pants and a white shirt, seated opposite each other.
Snow fell outside the window as the lights under the eaves outside the cabin clearly illuminated the heavy snow.
Inside the cabin, flames flickered in the fireplace, spreading warmth.
The two of them ate while looking at each other, talking, and the looks they exchanged were filled with undeniable affection.
After drinking a bit of the red wine, Wen Xian’s cheeks were slightly tipsy.
Her fair skin was flushed with a thin layer of red, looking extraordinarily charming.
At this moment, Lu Xiao stood up, walked over to an antique record player, changed the black vinyl record, and placed the needle down. Suddenly, a lazy, intoxicating melody started playing.
It was a foreign song called "Duet."
The tune was elegant, leisurely, yet passionate.
Finally, as Wen Xian watched the tall and lean figure of Lu Xiao entranced, he finished everything, turned around, and walked towards her.
This time, he didn’t return to his seat.
Instead, he stepped up to her, one hand behind his back, the other extended forward, his low, magnetic voice ringing out before her,
"Mrs. Lu, may I have this dance?"
Under the reflection of the candlelight, he bent slightly, his head lowered looking at her, his eyes and brows filled with focused seriousness.