It is rare to have a sunny weekend in the winter in City A.
The sun shines through the French windows, casting mottled shadows on the floor. In the kitchen, a light "sizzling" sound is heard, and the aroma of butter and eggs instantly fills the whole warm house.
Jiang Wan was wearing a soft beige home dress, with her long hair casually tied up with a hairpin, and a few strands of hair hanging by her ears, adding a bit of lazy tenderness. She was humming a tuneless little song, shaking the pan skillfully, and a golden and tempting perfect cheese omelet was about to be born in her hands.
This is her and Huo Yunchen's home, a true safe haven away from all the disputes and noise.
A pair of strong arms quietly wrapped around her waist from behind. His broad, warm chest pressed against her back, his chin gently resting on her shoulder, and his hoarse voice, as if he had just woken up, rang in her ears: "What delicious food are you making? I can smell the fragrance from a long way off."
Jiang Wan didn't look back, but smiled and turned her face to the side, rubbing his cheek: "President Huo, didn't you say you would make breakfast today? Why are you late again?"
"Strategic bed-sleeping," Huo Yunchen said with a smile in his voice, tightening his arms as if he was holding a rare treasure, "to give you a chance to show off the strength of the gold medal chef of the 'Rebirth' restaurant."
"You're so funny." Jiang Wan was amused by him, and her eyes and eyebrows were filled with warmth. She used a spatula to put the egg rolls on a plate, sprinkled some chopped parsley on it, then turned around and pinched Huo Yunchen's still handsome face, "Your task is to make coffee. You should be able to do this, right?"
Huo Yunchen, a man who used to be able to make things happen in the business world and strategize in the dark, was a complete "newbie" in the kitchen. He once tried to challenge the kitchen and almost set it on fire. Since then, Jiang Wan strictly forbade him to get close to the stove.
"Yes, my dear wife." Huo Yunchen kissed her forehead and walked towards the coffee machine as if he knew the way.
Soon, the rich aroma of coffee and food intertwined together, forming the most moving smell of fireworks.
The two sat down at the dining table filled with sunlight. Huo Yunchen looked at the peaceful and satisfied smile on Jiang Wan's face, and was a little lost in thought. He still remembered her cold, empty eyes full of hatred and vigilance when he first saw her. At that time, she was like a thorny rose struggling in the cold winter, beautiful, but also hurtful to others and herself.
And now, all her thorns were gently put away for him alone.
"What are you looking at?" Jiang Wan picked up a small piece of egg roll with a fork and handed it to his mouth, "Try my new skill."
Huo Yunchen opened his mouth and ate it, then commented seriously: "Well, the salty fragrance of the cheese and the tenderness of the eggs are perfectly combined under your superb cooking skills. One more point would be greasy, and one less point would be bland. You are worthy of being my wife, I can give you 99 points."
"Oh?" Jiang Wan raised her eyebrows, "Where did the missing point go?"
Huo Yunchen held her hand on the table, brought it to his lips and kissed it gently, his dark eyes filled with inextricable tenderness and doting.
"It's on... You didn't let me eat it right away."
Jiang Wan's heart was soothed by these words of love. She pulled her hand back and glared at him in a pretended angry way, but the corners of her mouth could not help but rise.
She knew that this man might not make any vows of everlasting love, but he would use every action and every look to tell her that he loved her deeply.
After breakfast, Huo Yunchen took the initiative to clean up the dishes. Jiang Wan leaned against the kitchen door, watching his tall figure, busying himself in front of the sink in a slightly clumsy manner, the sunlight gilding his silhouette.
The years are peaceful and quiet, probably like this.
She recalled that many years ago, in that cold cell, she thought her life had completely fallen into endless darkness. She never thought that one day, she would be able to stand in the sun again, have a home, and have a man who loved her as much as his life.
"Huo Yunchen," she called him softly.
"Huh?" Huo Yunchen turned his head with a little foam at the corner of his mouth, looking a little funny.
Jiang Wan walked forward with a smile, stood on tiptoe, helped him wipe the foam from the corners of his mouth, and then gave him a deep hug.
"Thank you." She buried her face in his chest and said softly.
Thank you for helping me when I was most desperate.
Thank you for accompanying me through all the ups and downs and helping me settle all the grudges.
Thank you for giving me a home and making me believe again that there is still light in this world.
Huo Yunchen hugged her back, his chin resting on the top of her head, his voice low and solemn.
"Silly, I'm the one who should say thank you."
Thank you for letting go of the past and coming to me.
Thank you for making my barren and desolate world full of flowers from now on.
Outside the window, the sun is shining and the breeze is not dry.
The two people in the room hugged each other quietly, as if they owned the whole world.
All the scars and betrayals have become a thing of the past.
The rest of my life will be plain and warm, with three meals a day and four seasons.