Chapter 679: 679
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"I dunno. Maybe because we once divorced?"
"Don't you dare mention that word again," warned Huo Yunting with hands at his waist and squinted eyes at her. He took a look around the house, "Now, where is it?"
"Honestly speaking, I have no idea. You'll take the study room while I take here."
"And after you've found it, you must share the treasure with me, dear."
"..."
"It rhymes."
The quirky reply caused Zhaoyang's cheek to twitch as she seriously wondered what in the world the man wanted to do again.
They went separate ways and Zhaoyang returned to the bedroom with a white cane half an hour later. It served as a walking stick for Zhaoyang, the stick both loved and hated by Huo Yunting as he threw it and took it back home several times. It was a sign of memories, the token that upheld her disappearance over the past four years. Even though her eyes were cured and no way he would hope the stick to be put into use again, he took it back home.
Zhaoyang felt the stick in her grip. It was rough and old, as if an antique once touched by many people. She remembered the time she asked Yunting to get her a walking stick.
And—and well…they had an argument. A severely bad argument during which she left with Huo Chen and headed all the way to America.
When he found out that she turned blind after the accident, Yunting was really agitated until he smashed the bowl and disappeared ever since.
This walking stick never really made it to my hand…
She stared upon the torn walking stick.
I didn't expect him to always keep this in mind—Am I always on his mind then?
Her grip tightened as a kind of feeling filled her.
A trail of footsteps rang hurriedly out there. It was the same, lazy footsteps she had been hearing over the years.
She closed her eyes and began tapping the floor with the cane as she headed towards the door gradually. Huo Yunting was excited but he froze by the door. He stayed calm as he watched his woman acting blind in front of him. It was rather adorable. He smiled as his fingers fidgeted the two red booklets in his hand.
She froze and frowned.
Uhh…why there's no sound?
"Huo Yunting?" She reached out her cane and knocked his thigh, "Oh, here you are."
She opened her eyes and beamed at his man while brandishing the cane, "Thanks for your gift. I'll keep it safely even though I no longer need it."
I feel you now. I have to thank you for this.
"No." He grabbed the stick, ready to snatch it back, "You can't keep it. I don't want you to use this, ever."
She pulled it back, "I like it, regardless."
What the eff? You threw away my diamond ring and you want a filthy stick?
What logic is that?
"Okay, keep it then. I'll ask someone to put some diamonds on it tomorrow."
She prefers a stick over a ring. Is that some new fetish?
"Don't worry. I'll be able to use it one day even without going blind. When I'm old, I'll use it to hit the road." Lu Zhaoyang would not let go. She could see the effort, the love and care in the gift. She wanted that, not some overpriced transparent stones, "So, Huo Yunting, please let go."
Her tone was firm and Huo Yunting retreated his grip, "Fine, keep it if you like it so much."
Lu Zhaoyang replaced the cane.
"So, you found it?" She said upon spotting the booklets in his hand, "Let me see, let me see." It had been almost 700 chapters yet she had never seen the marriage certificate herself before.
They went to the sofa and flipped one booklet open.
There was their photo, smiling in fair whites.
Huo Yunting's eyes curved expressively like the eclipse on Halloween. He may have looked joyful when he smiled…
But the abyss brewed in the fine lines of his eyes.
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"I dunno. Maybe because we once divorced?"
"Don't you dare mention that word again," warned Huo Yunting with hands at his waist and squinted eyes at her. He took a look around the house, "Now, where is it?"
"Honestly speaking, I have no idea. You'll take the study room while I take here."
"And after you've found it, you must share the treasure with me, dear."
"..."
"It rhymes."
The quirky reply caused Zhaoyang's cheek to twitch as she seriously wondered what in the world the man wanted to do again.
They went separate ways and Zhaoyang returned to the bedroom with a white cane half an hour later. It served as a walking stick for Zhaoyang, the stick both loved and hated by Huo Yunting as he threw it and took it back home several times. It was a sign of memories, the token that upheld her disappearance over the past four years. Even though her eyes were cured and no way he would hope the stick to be put into use again, he took it back home.
Zhaoyang felt the stick in her grip. It was rough and old, as if an antique once touched by many people. She remembered the time she asked Yunting to get her a walking stick.
And—and well…they had an argument. A severely bad argument during which she left with Huo Chen and headed all the way to America.
When he found out that she turned blind after the accident, Yunting was really agitated until he smashed the bowl and disappeared ever since.
This walking stick never really made it to my hand…
She stared upon the torn walking stick.
I didn't expect him to always keep this in mind—Am I always on his mind then?
Her grip tightened as a kind of feeling filled her.
A trail of footsteps rang hurriedly out there. It was the same, lazy footsteps she had been hearing over the years.
She closed her eyes and began tapping the floor with the cane as she headed towards the door gradually. Huo Yunting was excited but he froze by the door. He stayed calm as he watched his woman acting blind in front of him. It was rather adorable. He smiled as his fingers fidgeted the two red booklets in his hand.
She froze and frowned.
Uhh…why there's no sound?
"Huo Yunting?" She reached out her cane and knocked his thigh, "Oh, here you are."
She opened her eyes and beamed at his man while brandishing the cane, "Thanks for your gift. I'll keep it safely even though I no longer need it."
I feel you now. I have to thank you for this.
"No." He grabbed the stick, ready to snatch it back, "You can't keep it. I don't want you to use this, ever."
She pulled it back, "I like it, regardless."
What the eff? You threw away my diamond ring and you want a filthy stick?
What logic is that?
"Okay, keep it then. I'll ask someone to put some diamonds on it tomorrow."
She prefers a stick over a ring. Is that some new fetish?
"Don't worry. I'll be able to use it one day even without going blind. When I'm old, I'll use it to hit the road." Lu Zhaoyang would not let go. She could see the effort, the love and care in the gift. She wanted that, not some overpriced transparent stones, "So, Huo Yunting, please let go."
Her tone was firm and Huo Yunting retreated his grip, "Fine, keep it if you like it so much."
Lu Zhaoyang replaced the cane.
"So, you found it?" She said upon spotting the booklets in his hand, "Let me see, let me see." It had been almost 700 chapters yet she had never seen the marriage certificate herself before.
They went to the sofa and flipped one booklet open.
There was their photo, smiling in fair whites.
Huo Yunting's eyes curved expressively like the eclipse on Halloween. He may have looked joyful when he smiled…
But the abyss brewed in the fine lines of his eyes.
"I dunno. Maybe because we once divorced?""Don't you dare mention that word again," warned Huo Yunting with hands at his waist and squinted eyes at her. He took a look around the house, "Now, where is it?""Honestly speaking, I have no idea. You'll take the study room while I take here.""And after you've found it, you must share the treasure with me, dear.""...""It rhymes."The quirky reply caused Zhaoyang's cheek to twitch as she seriously wondered what in the world the man wanted to do again.They went separate ways and Zhaoyang returned to the bedroom with a white cane half an hour later. It served as a walking stick for Zhaoyang, the stick both loved and hated by Huo Yunting as he threw it and took it back home several times. It was a sign of memories, the token that upheld her disappearance over the past four years. Even though her eyes were cured and no way he would hope the stick to be put into use again, he took it back home.Zhaoyang felt the stick in her grip. It was rough and old, as if an antique once touched by many people. She remembered the time she asked Yunting to get her a walking stick.Andand wellthey had an argument. A severely bad argument during which she left with Huo Chen and headed all the way to America.When he found out that she turned blind after the accident, Yunting was really agitated until he smashed the bowl and disappeared ever since.This walking stick never really made it to my handShe stared upon the torn walking stick.I didn't expect him to always keep this in mindAm I always on his mind then?Her grip tightened as a kind of feeling filled her.A trail of footsteps rang hurriedly out there. It was the same, lazy footsteps she had been hearing over the years.She closed her eyes and began tapping the floor with the cane as she headed towards the door gradually. Huo Yunting was excited but he froze by the door. He stayed calm as he watched his woman acting blind in front of him. It was rather adorable. He smiled as his fingers fidgeted the two red booklets in his hand.She froze and frowned.Uhhwhy there's no sound?"Huo Yunting?" She reached out her cane and knocked his thigh, "Oh, here you are."She opened her eyes and beamed at his man while brandishing the cane, "Thanks for your gift. I'll keep it safely even though I no longer need it."I feel you now. I have to thank you for this."No." He grabbed the stick, ready to snatch it back, "You can't keep it. I don't want you to use this, ever."She pulled it back, "I like it, regardless."What the eff? You threw away my diamond ring and you want a filthy stick?What logic is that?"Okay, keep it then. I'll ask someone to put some diamonds on it tomorrow."She prefers a stick over a ring. Is that some new fetish?"Don't worry. I'll be able to use it one day even without going blind. When I'm old, I'll use it to hit the road." Lu Zhaoyang would not let go. She could see the effort, the love and care in the gift. She wanted that, not some overpriced transparent stones, "So, Huo Yunting, please let go."Her tone was firm and Huo Yunting retreated his grip, "Fine, keep it if you like it so much."Lu Zhaoyang replaced the cane."So, you found it?" She said upon spotting the booklets in his hand, "Let me see, let me see." It had been almost 700 chapters yet she had never seen the marriage certificate herself before.They went to the sofa and flipped one booklet open.There was their photo, smiling in fair whites.Huo Yunting's eyes curved expressively like the eclipse on Halloween. He may have looked joyful when he smiledBut the abyss brewed in the fine lines of his eyes.
