There were countless late nights when Wen Wan faced the dead chat box, watching the messages that he could no longer read back, suffering alone in a sober sinking state.
She understood his busyness, tolerated his indifference, and swallowed all the grievances she felt, but she was still consumed until her body was bruised and she could only make an appointment with a doctor to try to redeem herself first.
She thought that this cold winter would never pass, but she didn't know that the person who was used to closing herself off was already approaching her step by step in the panic of loss.
He lost his indifference, learned to express himself, learned to love others, and made up for all the tenderness and preference he owed.
There is no bloody entanglement, no endless internal friction, only belated honesty, and a two-way rush.
She survived the long dark night and finally waited for her own spring breeze to pick up.
From now on, I will have three meals and four seasons, every year, with him by my side, and I will be safe every year.
Intention: True love is never one-sided tolerance and waiting, but mutual growth and two-way rush. I hope that every deep love will not be let down, every soft heart can be treated with gentleness and kindness, and after surviving the cold winter, you will eventually usher in your own spring breeze to warm up.