But now I have to say it again: "Congratulations, Ms. Chen Rou, on July 1st, you will receive... a kiss from me!"
Chen Rou was indeed stunned for a while, because as far as she knew, if Nie Zhao wanted it, the medal should rightfully belong to him in the first year, but he firmly declined it.
The same thing happened the second year, and it's been like this year, the third year.
The mainland authorities also had to take a comprehensive approach and consider all factors before she could receive such an honor.
Although she was mentally prepared, she still found it surreal.
Her initial motivation for carrying Nie Zhao out of the park was to save the recipient of the Grand Bauhinia Medal.
But miraculously, more than a decade later, she herself was about to become the one to receive the medal.
So, was her mission a success or a failure?
She bent over to stand up and looked down at her husband.
He pointed to his cheek with an air of self-righteousness: "Come on, what are you standing there for? Kiss me."
The Grand Bauhinia Medal is a lifelong honor that every Hong Konger hopes for but finds difficult to attain.
After all, they can't be like Lord Er, providing a home for a large number of citizens and solving the housing problem for the poor.
We also cannot be like Sir John Ting, who donated many libraries to spread knowledge with a wave of his hand.
Nie Zhao not only could do it, but he could do even more than Lord Bill and Sir Ding.
But he gave up the medal from the very beginning, not out of politeness, but out of perseverance, determined to let Chen Rou have it.
In other words, if only one of them could be remembered in the annals of history, he hoped it would be her.
Although his tone was smug and arrogant, as if he was asking for a beating.
But his request wasn't excessive; all he wanted was a kiss from his lover.
Of course Chen Rou had to give it to him; she absolutely had to. She also had to say something that had suddenly popped into her head, something that sounded a bit cheesy, or more accurately, sweet talk—it was quite cheesy anyway.
She said, "Actually, to me, Ah Zhao, you are more important than that medal!"
...
The night was cool, and the moonlight streamed in through the window, falling on the bed and on Nie Zhao's face.
His wife was facing away from the moonlight, so he couldn't see her face.
But it doesn't matter. After more than ten years of being together day and night, her image has long been etched deep in his mind.
He had never loved her for more than just her appearance; rather, as his former fiancée had said, it was her ever-striving, upward-moving soul, her strength that would always stand shoulder to shoulder with him, and all of her personal charm.
At that moment, he heard her true feelings, the most beautiful words of love he had ever heard in the world.
Yes, the medal isn't important; what's important is always each other.
Compatible personalities, resonant souls, we are like-minded people, comrades-in-arms, parents, and also, people we deeply love!
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