During those ten minutes, Zhao Wenning was very excited, detailing her plans for the three years and the future. She mentioned herself, the mecha she participated in manufacturing, her mother who was in a nursing home, and her colleagues who worked with her, but she did not mention Xiu Huangui.
In the past, Xiu Huangui always felt that even if Zhao Wenning didn't love him that much, he would still have a place in her heart. To her, he was always one of the most important people in her life.
Now that the illusion was broken, Xiu Huangui's heart sank little by little. He hugged Zhao Wenning tightly, restrained himself, and wanted to respond to her happiness with the most nonchalant voice, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he realized that he was about to make a sound similar to choking. He couldn't stand it. Finally, he lowered his head, pressed it against Zhao Wenning's face, and whispered, "I love you."
I love you.
I want you to be my wife and an integral part of my life.
I want you and me to never be separated.
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Short story, completed in seven chapters
Intention: persist