She thought he was gay and that they would get what they wanted in the marriage. He waited for her for eight years, from the time she was eighteen to twenty-six, just to coax her into the same household register. After receiving the certificate, he made coffee every day, cooked sweet and sour pork ribs, and secretly kissed her at the airport at a good angle - all of which she classified as "a dedicated performance as a partner." It wasn't until I opened the drawer in his study and saw eight years of ticket stubs and unsent letters that I realized that he had been waiting for her since the day she was born. "How long have you been waiting for me?" "Since the day you were born." Childhood sweetheart × first marriage, then love × two-way secret love, the best confession never needs to be too early, as long as it is you in the end.
