"Yang Zheng, will you still leave?"
"I'm not leaving."
"Then... Will you still marry me?"
He said nothing and pulled her into his arms.
Six years ago, he left in military uniform, saying he would marry her after he retired.
Six years later, he returned home from the army, but she was working in a supermarket, her eyes full of exhaustion.
He knew that she had been married, that she had been divorced, and that she had suffered a lot.
But he knows better——
He owes her a wedding, owes her the words "I'm back," and owes her a lifetime of "I'm sorry."
That night, he took her hand and walked to the poplar tree, kneeling on one knee:
"Yang Xue, I'll wait for you this time. You can wait as long as you want."
The military uniform was replaced by civilian clothes, but the oath never changed.
