That day while sitting on the sofa at home, she suddenly asked me, "Do you... Love me?"
This was the first time I heard the word love from her mouth, three years ago. In the past, she always disdained to say this word, because she always thought it was hypocritical, and she preferred it to be simpler.
I looked back at her, nodded, and said nothing. This question is not asked at all level.
"How long will love last?"
I smiled, asking such a child-like question, so I stepped forward and hugged her, whispering in her ear: "Tomorrow."
"Tomorrow?" Her voice rose a bit, she didn't believe it, and she tried to push me away. Should we break up?
"Stupid, I mean until this world, there is no tomorrow..."
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