If You Could Hear My Heart

She reached out to catch the petal, and slowly, a large, crimson rose petal landed in her palm.

Light and delicate, just like a feather.

Petals also fell on her head, and Shen Shihan reached out, gently brushing them away.

“Shuifu, promise me that you’ll be with me for a lifetime, okay?”

He wrapped his arms around her waist, his eyes filled with deep affection. The tenderness he offered her was unique.

This tenderness, like the strings of a violin, plucked at her heartstrings one note at a time.

She lowered her eyelids, a blush spreading across her face.

“In this lifetime, my heart will only belong to you. No matter the hardships, I will always be by your side,” he promised her.

He was serious, as he had never been so serious about any woman before.

What’s said to be ‘a look that lasts a thousand years’ is probably like this.

Five years ago, he saved her life; five years later, she fell body and soul.

Yet, he was willing.

Mo Shuifu looked beautiful under the lights, a smile playing on Shen Shihan’s lips. He gently ran his fingers through her hair, sweeping the locks away from her ear.

No matter the hardships, I will always be by your side.

People around started to tease, “Kiss her!”

“Shihan, give Shuifu a kiss!”

Mo Shuifu lowered her head even more, wishing she could crawl into a hole. Her hand clutched Shen Shihan’s shirt, and she whispered softly, “Don’t listen to their teasing.”

“I think… we should listen to them for once.”

Having said that, Shen Shihan pulled her into his embrace, lifted her chin, and planted another kiss on her.

The crowd below immediately erupted in cheering, whistling, and applause!

In the air, rose petals continued to fall, and on the stage, they had accumulated into a thick layer, almost covering their ankles.

Shen Shihan held Mo Shuifu tightly in his arms, reluctant to let go.

His kisses tasted like fresh tea, leading her again and again until she, too, learned to respond…

For over two years, he had kissed her many times, but she rarely consented willingly.

Receiving her response, he was overjoyed, his large hand tightening around her waist as he deepened the kiss…

Together in knowing and in guarding, a pair for life and eternity.

The promise I make to you is everlasting.

The party continued until past eleven o’clock at night. Shen Shihan was especially happy tonight and couldn’t help but drink many drinks.

He seemed to welcome everyone who came to toast.

Mo Shuifu, on the other hand, did not touch a single drop of alcohol, with Shen Shihan blocking it all for her. By the end of the party, Mo Shuifu was still sober, while Shen Shihan was completely intoxicated.

Amidst the joy and laughter everywhere, Mo Shuifu was also quite happy inside. She had not enjoyed herself in a crowd like this in a long time.

She thought she couldn’t blend into such a party, but she never expected Shen Shihan had considered everything for her.

No one made it difficult for her, and even many well-meaning misses and madams came to chat with her, inviting her to throw dice and play games.

“Shuifu, you have to hang out with us more, I really like you,” said the eighteen-year-old girl, holding Mo Shuifu’s hand firmly.

“Sure, I’ll look for you when I’m free, and you can also drop by my piano shop,” she replied.

“Great, it’s a deal. Next time I visit your piano shop, you have to play the piano for me.”

“Mhm,” Mo Shuifu patted her hair.

That girl really did resemble Xu Chaomu, especially when she blinked—it was uncanny.

The guests at the party gradually left, and Mo Shuifu saw them off.

The girl kept holding her hand, “Shuifu, if Shihan doesn’t treat you well, tell me. My brother is good friends with him and will discipline him for you!”

“With you saying that, how would he dare not to treat me well?” Mo Shuifu laughed.

“Mhm! Shuifu, I’ll get going first. You should rest early. I wish you and Shihan a lifetime of happiness and an early birth of a noble child!”

The young girl blew Mo Shuifu a kiss and hopped excitedly into her brother’s car.

Her brother was already seated in the back, his gaze never leaving the girl. The young man in the car was noble and aloof, with a distant expression on his face.

Mo Shuifu waved to her until their car slowly disappeared into the distance.

“Let’s go home too,” Shen Shihan stepped forward and draped his arm over her shoulder.

“Mhm,” Mo Shuifu nodded.

The two walked together toward the garage, and Shen Shihan draped his knitted jacket over her shoulders.

“Shihan, Peach doesn’t look much like her brother,” Mo Shuifu said about the eighteen-year-old girl, whose nickname was Peach.

“They’re not blood siblings,” Shen Shihan said.

“Ah? Is that so?” Mo Shuifu seemed to half understand, but Shen Shihan did not elaborate.

Just then, they had only walked a few steps when they reached the garage, and Shen Shihan’s driver had already arrived.

He opened the car door for Shen Shihan and Mo Shuifu, and she helped the inebriated Shen Shihan into the car.

Shen Shihan really had drunk too much, and now he was leaning back, holding his head in his hands.

Mo Shuifu sat beside him, initially just sitting side by side. When she turned and saw his pale face, knowing he had drunk too much, she slowly moved closer to his side.

She let him lean against her shoulder, and only then did Shen Shihan wrap his arm around her waist and pull her tightly against him.

Fog had risen in the night, misty and veil-like.

Her scent was lovely, and he closed his eyes beside her. If only it could be like this for a lifetime…

After driving for about half an hour, the driver arrived at Shen Shihan’s villa.

The villa was quiet and serene, with only the streetlights flickering with specks of light.

The light spilled onto the ground and the bushes, everywhere exuding peace and tranquility.

Mo Shuifu got out of the car first, and then bent down to help Shen Shihan out.

“Be careful, I’ve got you,” she whispered.

“I’m fine.” Shen Shihan still had some awareness, and under the streetlights, he couldn’t resist touching her face.

Mo Shuifu helped Shen Shihan all the way to the house.

As they went up the stairs to the bedroom, Shen Shihan was conscious, but he enjoyed the feeling of being supported by her.

“You lie down and rest for a while, I’ll go make you some sobering tea,” Mo Shuifu told him after helping him to the big bed.

She turned on the air conditioning, took off his shoes, and was about to cover him with a thin blanket when his hand stretched out and pulled her into his embrace.

The next second, he rolled over and pinned her beneath him.

“Shuifu… you look so beautiful tonight…”

He was drunk, his eyes hazy with inebriation. His hand brushed through her hair, over and over, sweeping the strands from her forehead.

Beneath the orange glow of the desk lamp, she was graceful and gentle—not the best, perhaps, but in his eyes, she was the only one.

Mo Shuifu tried to move, but she was tightly pinned by him.

Having no other choice, she tried to negotiate, “Shihan, I’m going to make you some sobering tea. Otherwise, you won’t be able to sleep tonight.”

“But if I let you go, I won’t be able to sleep either.”