As for why my husband, who has always been stingy, allowed me to share our story, this is:
Time really flies by so fast. I have been with my husband for more than two years. The past two years have been both stormy and sweet (mostly). Christmas is coming these days, and New Year is coming soon, so I said to my husband, "It's almost Christmas."
He seemed to smile after hearing this (I have always been dissatisfied with this, he is always super calm, which makes me look naive), and took out my favorite caramel pudding he made from the refrigerator, which was chilled for 2 hours. He walked over unhurriedly and sat next to me. I rested my head on his shoulder. He picked up the small spoon we went to Switzerland to pick (which I picked), scooped up a small spoonful, and put it to my mouth: "I remember when you went to Japan in September, you said you wanted to be a writer."
I swallowed the pudding, well, it was cold and melted in my mouth, not bad. I glanced at him and said, "You continue." It was very unpleasant! Let him see through my little thoughts! Really! "Why don't we write down our story first, huh?"
I was shocked - "[Bouji] You don't like me telling us outside! [Bouchi × 2] Why suddenly... Suddenly..."
"Christmas present."
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Intention: If you want to get rich, plant trees first