That day, Xiang Dong came to see me with a large bunch of winter tulips.

My heart leaped with joy, but I maintained my usual calm demeanor, waiting for him to confess his feelings.

But, but!

He actually said he'd talk about it next time!

I'm so angry!

I couldn't stand his indecisiveness anymore, so I confessed my feelings to him directly.

This fool is so happy he can't even speak.

My heart ached with a bittersweet feeling, and my heart softened completely. This person is finally mine.

We've been together for many years, from undergraduate to master's, and then all the way to doctoral and postdoctoral studies, but we still haven't gotten married.

Xiang Dong felt that I shouldn't let my family affect my career; he wanted me to roam freely in my own world.

I am grateful for his support, and I also cherish my studies.

When we got married, he was thirty years old and I was twenty-eight.

In those days, although policies encouraged people to marry later in life, it was still rare to find couples as old as the two of us.

Life after marriage was no different from life before marriage.

My parents-in-law don't participate in our lives. My husband's older and younger sisters and younger brother-in-law all grew up with me and we have a very good relationship.

Xiang Dong doesn't restrict what I do. I might go on a business trip at any time, and he quietly takes care of everything for me.

Later, when Susu and Tangtang were born, they were looked after more by the east.

Once, after he had put Tangtang and Susu to sleep, he returned to the bedroom and saw me reading a book. He then hugged me tightly.

He leaned close to my ear and whispered, "Thank you, Ruoruo."

I hugged him tightly in return.

"Thank you for giving me a home."