"Ning Ran," Song An spoke, her voice lower than usual, hoarse with a hint of drunkenness, but extremely clear. Every word hit Ning Ran's heart hard, "Are you willing to... Be with me?"
He paused, as if to cut off all escape routes and ambiguity, and added with unusual solemnity: "It's not a 'try'."
He emphasized.
"It's 'together'.
"Okay. "After pondering for a moment, Ning Ran responded, her voice not loud, but extremely firm.
"Song An, I will accompany you for ten years. "
He paused slightly, and the air seemed to freeze. Then, as if he had staked all his future and trust on it, he clearly uttered the words that he had thought about for a long time, word for word:
"If you haven't changed your mind in these ten years, we will be together forever. "
Time gradually becomes a microcosm.
"I'm sorry, I'm going to... Break this ten-year appointment."
"I was wrong, would you please come back? "
"I was wrong..."
"A ten-year agreement, a seven-year itch. He used a foreseeable parting to teach him what it means to never lose a loved one."
Intention: Belated affection is worthless than grass
