I met Guan Mo through a blind date.

Two years ago, I was 24, and he was 25.

Although we were still young, our families pushed us to go on blind dates.

My mom often said, "If you don't listen to the advice of the elderly, you'll suffer in the present."

She claimed to have lived for forty to fifty years and believed she could judge people better than me.

During university, I had a romantic relationship.

Although my mom didn't explicitly oppose it, after meeting my boyfriend once, she said we wouldn't last long.

As expected, that relationship lasted a year and a half and was emotionally draining.

We broke up unhappily shortly before graduation.

I thought she was right.

After graduating, I remained single for a long time, and my mom started to worry.

She was afraid that the failure of my previous relationship would leave a shadow on me, so she enthusiastically began arranging blind dates for me.

Prior to Guan Mo, I met two other men.

Among those few, he had good conditions, a good personality, normal mental state, and stable emotions.

At that time, his family also hoped he would get married soon.

We hit it off.

We had a few meals together and went on a few dates.

Then, three months later, we had a wedding.

I wasn't the type of person who focused too much on emotions, and neither was Guan Mo at first.

We were like roommates living under the same roof.

He said this a month after we got married.

Actually, we didn't have much emotional foundation, and getting married seemed like a natural and effortless thing.

It was more like an outlet for both of us to escape our parents' nagging.

We lived in a new house.

However, we instinctively chose separate rooms—I took the master bedroom, and he took the second bedroom.

One evening, Guan Mo informed me that he would be late coming back due to a company outing and told me not to wait for him.

That day, I didn't deliberately wait for him either.

I made some hangover soup and placed it in the living room so he could see it when he came back.

But after returning to my room, I couldn't fall asleep and ended up going to the living room to watch a movie.

When Guan Mo came back,

I was munching on potato chips, watching the most exciting part.

"I'm back, and there's hangover soup on the table,"

I told him in a matter-of-fact tone, then continued focusing on the movie.

He seemed to stand at the doorway for a while before changing his shoes and entering.

As I kept watching, I felt his gaze on me the whole time.

I turned my head and indeed met his eyes.

He had double eyelids that were quite attractive, similar to a male celebrity I had a crush on during a certain period.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

He smiled and said, "Liang Huan, the way we are now doesn't seem like a married couple; we're more like roommates."

Is that so?

I didn't dwell on the meaning behind his words.

But as I continued staring at the screen, I felt his gaze fixed on me.

I turned my head again and met his eyes.

His eyelids were double-folded and quite attractive, somewhat resembling the male celebrity I used to pursue.

"What's wrong?" I asked again.

His current demeanor was different from usual.

It felt strange.

"Liang Huan," he called my name, "should we give it a try, a true, genuine relationship?"

I understood what he meant; right now, we were like strangers written in a notebook.

At best, we were friends.

Our relationship was difficult to define.

Actually, I was quite satisfied with our current life.

I didn't have to deal with parents, and I had a stable marriage partner without having to put in much effort.

But Guan Mo said, "When I arrived home, as soon as I opened the door, Isaw the hangover soup you made. It made me realize that you care about me, even though we're just roommates."

His words made me pause.

Did I care about him?

I couldn't deny that I did, in my own way.

But perhaps I had become too comfortable with our current arrangement.

I looked at him and saw a glimmer of hope in his eyes.

Maybe he wanted something more, something deeper.

"Okay," I replied, surprising myself.

"Let's give it a try. A genuine relationship."

From that day on, things began to change between us.

We started spending more time together, sharing our thoughts, dreams, and fears.

We went on dates, held hands, and expressed our love for each other.

It was a gradual process, but we grew closer with each passing day.

Eventually, our marriage transformed into a true partnership.

We supported each other, laughed together, and faced challenges as a team.

It wasn't always easy, but we were committed to making it work.

Looking back, I'm grateful for that moment when Guan Mo asked me if we should give our relationship a genuine try.

It was a turning point that led us to a deeper connection and a more fulfilling marriage.

Now, we're not just roommates; we're best friends and soulmates.

And I couldn't be happier.