It seems that a lot can change in five years. No one knows how many five years.
I always remember the first time I saw him. Wearing a neat shirt, buttons are buttoned meticulously.
I remember seeing many doctors in TV dramas who, in order to look cool, would always leave their buttons unbuttoned and their white coats would blow back in the wind, thus charming all the female nurses. Later one day I asked him, "Why do you button your buttons so neatly? Are you afraid that someone will do something wrong to you?"
He poked my forehead, "Doctors wear white coats to give patients a sense of security, not to act cool. It's also to prevent cross-infection."
The memory of him is always very good. He is serious and charming while wearing plain glasses when working. Light blue eyes are more charming.
I don't know why he married me. Even when I got pregnant unexpectedly, he took his responsibility without saying a word. There was nothing similar between us, not even our sleeping habits.
A lot went through my mind when I saw that list. He seemed to read my thoughts at a glance and said three words before me, "Stay."
"I will be a good father and husband."
After many years, we are now a complete family of five.
