＼Song Feng: "We met when we were ten years old; we got along when we were eighteen years old; and we got married when we were twenty-seven years old."
Seeing Gu Nuo continue to pack his luggage without being affected at all, Song Feng noticed that he was using the box he took with him when he left his home. The custom-made cowhide box that Song Feng gave him afterward was still left alone in the corner.
"When I was fifteen, I confirmed my feelings for you. In order to respect you, I waited for you for three years; in order to marry you, I waited for nine years; now, we have been married for seven years."
Snap.
The sound of the buckle locking first represented Gu Nuo's answer to Song Feng. He picked it up with some difficulty. Gu Nuo calmly looked at the person in front of him, "You are wrong about one thing - you and I have waited nine years for marriage; but for divorce, I am not willing to wait for nine seconds."
"Gu Nuo, do you think I will let you go?"