I tidied my hair and leaned my head against the back of the chair. I squinted my eyes and looked at the ceiling. The smell of tobacco lingered in the air around me.
The sunlight that was gradually setting in the west shone through the window glass and onto me. Warmth enveloped me, allowing my thoughts to fly under the sun.
I quietly leaned back on the chair and placed my hands on the armrests. My heart has already gone to my husband. Every year on our wedding day, I will feel the happiness of life. It will surround me. My hands and my heart will always catch the light of happiness. And my husband would always try his best to create some romance and give me a little surprise.
My memory returned to last year's date. It was as if all of this had happened yesterday. It was just yesterday's feeling. The aftertaste lingered in my mind as my heart was immersed in those beautiful images.
If it weren't for the meeting today, if it weren't for the fact that my husband had work to do, the two of us might have skipped work long ago.
On this day last year, my husband and I left work early. It was also a sunny day, and the weather was especially clear. Under the blue sky, white clouds floated by, leaving no trace behind.
After we agreed on a time to slip out of work, my husband went home early to pack up. He said that he would bring some essential items before driving to my company to pick me up.
That day, he didn't come upstairs. Instead, he called me from downstairs. After I took the phone, I hurriedly gave some instructions to my staff and then ran out of the door.
Surprises were for those who had the heart, and romance was for those who had the heart. That day, my husband was also very mysterious. He only agreed to slip out of work with me and didn't tell me where to go or what to do. It's been more than ten years, and I'm used to not delving into these things. I've learned to rely on my husband to feel his heart.
After getting in the car, I sat in the passenger seat. Hubby fastened my seatbelt for me and drove away.
I wanted to ask my husband a few times, but my husband always winked at me mysteriously and kept quiet. His eyes were focused on the front, and his hands were on the steering wheel. He drove the car very seriously.
I saw that my husband was driving the steering wheel very seriously, so I didn't disturb him. After all, I'm very important to him. He'll be very careful every time he drives. He was afraid that his negligence would cause me a little pain.
I looked ahead and watched the car leave the city and gradually enter the suburban road. The trees on both sides quickly moved behind me. The hills in the distance were green.
I rolled down the car window and leaned my head against the door. My heart was breathing in the beauty and freshness of nature.
Far away from the hustle and bustle of the city, the fragrance along the way brought me a rich imagination. Walking into nature, walking into the green. Being immersed in such an environment was more of a primitive natural imagination.
Why did Hubby bring me here? At that time, I couldn't help but wonder. The car drove forward and seemed to be getting more and more remote. There were also very few houses left. Along the way, my eyes swept across both sides of the road. She couldn't help but feel nervous. Where was her husband going? Would it be unsafe if there were few people around?
Her husband seemed to be familiar with this area. He drove forward without any intention of stopping to rest. After an unknown period of time, the sun was already hanging on the top of the mountain. The afterglow was golden. It competed with the green mountains and green trees on this plain road.
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