"An Cheche, let me take you home!"
"No, thank you, happy graduation,"
"Okay! Happy graduation, An Cheche, goodbye,"
In the midsummer of that year, he said this while riding a bicycle, waving to say goodbye to her.
"An Cheche, I like you,"
"I'm sorry..."
"It's okay, no need to be sorry, goodbye,"
That year, he looked at the person in front of him with a red wine glass, smiling wildly, and his eyes were wet with laughter.
"An Cheche, I love you,"
"Are you still waiting for me? Why?"
"Do you still remember the year you graduated? I said I would take you home, but you said no, and I said goodbye. Goodbye means meeting again. An Cheche, I will always wait for you, in the next ten years, in any ten years in the future. Now I ask you, will you marry me?"
Are you willing?