91. Ending
She pulled out a small box from her pocket, took out the custom-made ring from it, and said to him solemnly, word by word: "Mr. Fu Rongshen, Fukeli is an ancient and romantic city. I hope you can come to its arms with sincerity."
Fu Rongshen was stunned.
He looked at his hand that was held up by her, and the silver ring that was slowly pushed onto his ring finger was just the right size.
The moment the ring was pushed to the base of my ring finger, my heart beat violently, almost jumping out of my chest.
Murmuring excitedly: "The wild geese are returning..."
She stroked his brow.
She said gently, "You just asked me where my husband is. I'm going to answer you now—he's here right now. His name is Fu Rongshen."
In recent years, melancholy seems to have become a part of him, and his features are less energetic than before, just like what she saw in financial reports, which is heartbreaking.
Time will wash away many emotions and allow her to gradually shift from her subjective perspective to an objective one.
Despite everything she had been through, she still couldn't forget his fiery, turbulent, and intense emotions, his love.
Fu Rongshen burst into tears the moment her voice fell. He hugged her tightly in his arms, his voice hoarse with tears in his eyes:
"Chu Yanhui, this is what you said. I am your husband... I will never let you leave again."
She smiled and said, "I will not break my promise to you."
After saying that, she held his shoulders and stood on tiptoe to kiss him.
“Hmm…”
Kissing in the snow, romantic love.
Everyone said that Chu Yanhui was a trumpet creeper, climbing up the tall oak tree of Fu Rongshen and reaching the top.
But they were wrong. Chu Yanhui was not a trumpet creeper, and Fu Rongshen was not an oak tree. He was a rootless vine that had to tightly wrap around her and could not live without her.
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After confirming the relationship, return to China.
Chu Yanhui moved into Shuixie Huating again and found that his room had not changed at all.
Fu Rongshen had always arranged for people to clean the place carefully, and the positions of things were exactly the same as when he left.
He only moved the small plant to the desk in his study and took good care of it.
When she asked, he replied, "I'm sending my love to you through something."
One night.
When Chu Yanhui was looking for information in Fu Rongshen's study, he accidentally pulled out a book, the front of which was full of sealed but unsent letters.
Without exception, they are all - sending the geese back.
She opened it and looked.
Most of them were written after she moved to Haicheng, and some were written in the past three years.
[…I heard you on the phone today that you won first prize in the Haicheng Mathematics Competition. I'm so happy for you. Xiaoyan Hui, with your good news, I shouldn't have any sleepless nights tonight.]
[… Yan Hui, the time we agreed on seems so long. It’s only been a month, and my heart is already urging me to see you. But I have to endure it… I miss you so much.]
Three years have passed, and the speed at which things have changed has surpassed my imagination. My hands are shaking with nervousness as I'm about to meet you, and the thought of you looking at me with that disgusted look makes me breathless...
The yellowed pages carried his past emotions, conveying them to her heart now. Dozens of unsent letters spanning several years carried his profound love.
After she closed it, she only let out a soft sigh.
Turning around, she found him standing at the door with red eyes, so she walked over and kissed him.
"I'm sorry I received your letter so late. Uncle, I will spend the rest of my life replying to you."
(End of full text)
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