Ten years of secret love, three months of the rest of my life, I will use a marriage to guide you to a future without me.
Su Qing was waiting for someone. She had been waiting for seven years for a grand wedding.
On a desperate rainy night, she rushed into Shendu's dumpling restaurant and asked with her last strength: "Will you marry me?"
Shen Du just silently cooked a bowl of her favorite three-fresh dumplings.
"After finishing this bowl, we will go get the certificate."
He was as calm as if it was raining today.
Su Qing didn't know that there was a diagnosis of advanced gastric cancer hidden in Shen Du's drawer.
Three months was the countdown to his life, but it was the last, silent tenderness he gave her.
"In the next life, see me sooner."
"In this life, I want you to take the good things I give you to see farther scenery."
