"I'm not married, I've been looking for you." He said suddenly.
"Really?" I cried again.
"Really." He answered still seriously.
My tears kept flowing. I stretched out my fingers and clasped them tightly with his.
Seeing me crying again, he took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wanted to wipe away my tears. When I saw the handkerchief, I cried even harder, and all my previous grievances came to my mind. He kept wiping and I kept crying. Finally, he simply kissed my eyes and dried my tears. Slowly, I stopped crying.
"Do I look like an old woman now?" I asked him with a thick nasal voice.
"Which old woman can cry as well as you?" He asked with doting eyes.
Intention: Don't be resentful, look forward and move forward