One month later, Qi Yinghuai confessed to me.

"I think we've missed each other for too long. I can't say that I can take care of everything for you, nor do I want to treat you as a fragile doll in need of care. But I can promise that, to the best of my ability, you will be my first choice. I will love you seriously, wholeheartedly, and with all my heart."

As he spoke, he started crying, wiped away his tears, and continued, "I just hope you give me this chance to get closer to each other. Let's walk together toward the future, cherish and care for each other, and help each other achieve our dreams."

I don't know if I cried myself, but I only remember that when I nodded, Qi Yinghuai's tears fell on my face, cool and gentle.

I thought I would never believe in love again, but Qi Yinghuai made me want to love someone again.

A person's heart is like a leaf. With wormholes, sunlight can shine through.

One year later, we were ready to get married.

I like roses, red roses.

I remember when I was a child, my dad gave my mom a gift only once—a bouquet of three roses.

My mom cried for a long time, and during that time, whenever we saw red roses, we would smile.

After the roses withered, the arguments started again.

"Don't worry, I won't let the roses in our home wither."

Qi Yinghuai had already planted a mountain of roses. He planted them before I and Gu Juan started dating.

"Our roses will never wither."

That night, I saw him write in his diary, "Loving a person is like taking care of flowers. My rose is so beautiful!"

On the day of the wedding, both my mom and dad came.

After their divorce, they became kind and friendly toward each other.

My mom would pick food for my dad, and my dad would help my mom put on her coat.

I changed into my wedding dress and was ready to go out when a waiter came in with a package.

"Someone sent this to you, saying it's a wedding gift."

I opened it, and to my surprise, it was a will from Gu Juan.