Jiang Yue bought a new calendar. Her account was linked to Zhou Ji's account, so Zhou Ji could see everything she bought.

She likes to buy pretty clothes, jewelry, and bags, as well as lots of cloyingly sweet candies; in short, she rarely buys things that seem unnecessary to her.

A few days later.

Zhou Ji saw her happily unpacking packages at home, sitting on the carpet. She still didn't have the habit of wearing socks and stepping on her shoes; her bare feet, with pink and white toenails, looked like they smelled sweet.

Humming a little tune, she eagerly opened the package and took out the calendar inside.

Zhou Ji glanced at it and realized that he had bought a calendar for next year. More than half of this year had already passed, and there were only a few months left until next year.

Zhou Ji, who usually wouldn't ask such questions, asked one more time today: "Why did you buy a calendar?"

Jiang Yue looked down, holding a black marker in her hand, and drew several dates on the calendar.

She bit her pen and only slowly raised her face when she heard her husband's voice. She said, "Because I'm going to start counting down from now on."

Zhou Ji patiently asked, "Counting down to what?"

Jiang Yue said, "Counting down to the beginning of spring next year, Zhou Zhengchu told me a few days ago that the roses in the yard will bloom next spring."

She gestured with her hands as she spoke, "A huge area! It will be very beautiful."

Red.

Bright and vibrant red roses.

Such a vibrant color is most fitting for her.

Her favorite flower is the rose.

Zhou Ji knew that his son had planted roses in the yard, but it was hard to say whether they would bloom next spring.

And her.

The period of slumber was getting longer and longer each day.

Even if you wake up feeling great, you can't see any positive changes.

It was as if nothing could hold her back.

Zhou Ji naturally hoped that his wife could live to see the bright and beautiful spring of next year.

However, some things cannot be achieved just because he wants them to.

He felt a bitter taste in his mouth, and his throat felt dry and sore, like he had swallowed a bitter, numb persimmon.

He raised his hand and gently stroked her dark hair. After gazing into her dark eyes for a moment, the man silently lowered his head and kissed her eyelids.

She is very well-behaved and quiet.

After a while, she told him, a little shyly and a little happily, "I will give you the biggest and best rose when the time comes."

Send out my most intense and sincere "I love you".

Love is a difficult problem.

It brings both joy and sorrow.

Zhou Ji opened his mouth, but before he could speak, she looked up at him again, her pure and innocent eyes captivating and making his heart flutter.

She asked, "If I give you roses, will you tell me 'I love you'?"

Even though her life was nearing its end.

Even though Zhou Ji's heart was aching terribly at the moment, he still found it difficult to utter these few words, which were without any falsehood or deception.

I never wanted to lie to her, but I also didn't want to persist in doing something meaningless anymore.

Zhou Ji's voice was hoarse. He said, "You can say it now." After a pause, he spoke: "I love you."

Jiang Yue happily tiptoed and kissed him. She smiled, looking charming and not like a patient who was so weak that she was almost at the end of her life.

She counted on her fingers and continued, "We'll give the second prettiest flower to our child."

She muttered to herself, "I think I love him, but I don't want to tell him. He'll definitely be so smug, and I don't want him to be so proud of himself in front of me."

Let Rose tell him.

She loved him very much.