70 Hand in Hand, We Shall Grow Old Together

Yun Bixue was puzzled. Looking up, she blinked her eyes. "And what else?"

With Yun Bixue looking at him so purely, Xie Limo could only feel his heart melting away. "Yes, remember—in future when you experience any grievances, you can look for me to vent your anger."

Yun Bixue's eyes curved into crescents as she smiled. All her sorrows had been replaced with warmth. "Yes, I have my husband. Nobody can take advantage of me."

"I'm glad you understand!" With that, Xie Limo carried Yun Bixue to the couch and then took out the hairdryer. Plugging it in, he started drying her hair.

Yun Bixue leaned against Xie Limo's leg obediently, enjoying his attentiveness. The more she looked at Xie Limo, the more she thought how she'd been extremely lucky to have met such a wonderful husband. He possessed power, authority and great looks, and was an uncommon family-oriented man. He was respectable and a great cook. If that girl, Bai Yaoyao, were to learn of this, Yun Bixue figured that she would be thrilled for her.

Xie Limo continued to concentrate on drying Yun Bixue's hair. His slender fingers combed through her silky smooth hair, as though brushing through her heart. He lowered his head only to see his wife staring at him with an infatuated expression. He said teasingly, "My dear, do you find your husband exceptionally dashing now?"

Yun Bixue swallowed and nodded. "Limo, I used to think that the term 'drop-dead gorgeous' could only be used to describe women, but it can be used on men too." Her husband was charming and refined, and sometimes she felt a wild urge to pounce on him.

The rain poured outside, and the chilly winds rustled the trees by the road. Even indoors, the sounds of the raindrops hitting the window panes could be heard. However, the room still emanated a sense of warmth.

After eating, Yun Bixue and Xie Limo sat on a mat before the window on the first floor. Yun Bixue read a book while Xie Limo sat beside her, typing on the keyboard.

Yun Bixue felt that ever since she got together with her husband, she had started to learn to enjoy life. All this time, she had wanted to have a home to call her own, where she could stay indoors to listen to the sounds of the rain and watch the view on rainy days. She could also drink tea while reading.

In the past, under such a horrid and oppressive environment at the Yun family home, it was difficult for her to experience this state of mind.

Halfway through her book, she lifted her head and asked, "Limo, aren't you going to ask who I met today?"

"It doesn't matter who you met. What matters is that you're here by my side now." He never bothered about the people of the past, and she never inquired about his past. So he offered her ample freedom and space.

"Limo, I realize you really have a high EQ!" Hanging out with someone like that was relaxing. There wasn't a need to expend effort to clarify potential misunderstandings.

Xie Limo paused from typing and watched Yun Bixue acting as lazy as a cat. He couldn't help but touch her hair as he said lovingly, "In future, you must continue believing in me too." The Xie family also had many complicated issues, and he wanted his wife to learn and progress speedily. He would also protect her from harm.

Yun Bixue was prompted by a sudden impulse, and she crouched down beside Xie Limo. "Limo, let's make a pinky promise. In the future, I will trust you, and you will trust me too. We will not allow external factors to affect our home, and we'll be just like the saying 'if you do not abandon me, I will always be at your side until the end of my life'."

Xie Limo met Yun Bixue's determined gaze, and his own turned serious too. He was touched by her words; they had been beautifully strung together. Without thinking, he reached out his finger and sealed the promise before intertwining their fingers together.

At this moment, he also recalled a poetic saying: 'hand in hand, we shall grow old together'. He looked forward to their wonderful future together.