The first time he met her was at the Lin family's family dinner. She was wearing a moon-white cheongsam and had a gentle smile, like a painting that he dared not touch. He was attracted by her at that time, but she was a lady from a famous family, and he was just a "barely qualified" heir in a married family.
He had low self-esteem and felt that she was worthy of the stars, not the silent dark dust that he was. But fate made them get married.
After marriage, he didn't talk about love, but just did everything in silence - when her company was in crisis, he stayed up all night to mobilize resources; when she was cold, he warmed her feet every night, and his fingertips were as gentle as if they were afraid of disturbing her dreams; when she went to work, he picked her up rain or shine, and always had her favorite osmanthus tea in the car.
She originally thought it was just a calm marriage, but in the tenderness day after day, her heart quietly fell.
That night she had a dinner with her colleagues, and a young boy blushed and confessed: "I've liked you for a long time." She smiled and shook her head: "I'm married." The other person didn't believe it: "Who is your husband?"
Before he finished speaking, a familiar voice sounded from behind: "I am."
She turned around suddenly - it was him. He was wearing a dark coat and his eyes were red. He stood under the lamp like the person who had been guarding her for half her life.
Suddenly her nose sore, she turned around and hugged him tightly, raised her head and said to the man, "This is my husband."
On the way home, he hugged her from behind, rested his chin gently on her shoulder, and said in a slightly trembling voice: "Don't leave me... I deserve you, right?"
She turned around, stood on her tiptoes, and kissed his lips.
At that moment, ten years of secret love and a thousand nights of forbearance all turned into a gentle whisper between lips and teeth:
"You are not worthy of me,
You have long since become indispensable to me
