"Chu Xiaoran, haven't you wanted to get married for a long time?"
"Yes, have you decided to marry me?" Chu Xiaoran listened absently to Xie Xun talking to him, but stared at Xie Xun holding his hand and practicing calligraphy with him stroke by stroke. Xie Xun's hand was still a little cold...
"I want to get married." "What?" Chu Xiaoran was suddenly interrupted from his thoughts. He straightened up and looked at Xie Xun in confusion. Xie Xun put down his pen and smiled sheepishly.
The sunshine outside the window is still as bright as ever, and it shines lazily on the paper. On the paper is what Xie Xun wanted to say a long time ago: Disarmment belongs to me.
"If one day, everything is over and we haven't separated yet, you will be disbanded and belong to me."
Intention: love