Luo Jiaojiao listened to Leng Mohan's words, and the tears in her eyes became brighter. She felt his warmth and determination, and the uneasiness in her heart slowly dissipated. She knew that she had found someone she could rely on, someone who was willing to wait for her and understand her.
At this moment, their hearts were tightly connected, as if the whole world had stopped. Their eyes met, full of expectations and confidence for the future. At this moment, they knew that their feelings would become more firm and profound.
Luo Jiaojiao hugged Leng Mohan tightly, her tears falling like beads from a broken string, wetting the front of his shirt.
She choked up and said, "Thank you for being so tolerant of me. I know I can't do anything, not even housework. You married me only because you saved me and because of my looks. As long as you don't despise me, I will try very hard to treat you well. Please don't leave me."
Leng Mohan felt a pang of pain in his heart when he heard her crying. He realized that his probing might have gone too far. She was a timid girl to begin with, and he just wanted to test her feelings for him, so he pretended to leave the room to see if she would try to keep him.
He hadn't expected her reaction to be so intense, which made him feel deeply guilty.
He stroked her hair gently and said softly, "Jiaojiao, don't cry. I don't dislike you, and I won't leave you. I know you are working hard and changing for me. I like you too, not only because of your looks, but also because of your kindness and innocence. Let's work hard together, okay?"
Luo Jiaojiao listened to his words and gradually stopped crying. She looked up at him with a determined light in her eyes. She nodded and said softly, "Okay, let's work together."
The night was as dark as ink, dotted with stars. In this quiet night, a figure stood quietly by the window, and the moonlight reflected her crystal tears. Luo Jiaojiao's eyes were full of confusion and helplessness, like a wounded bird, curled up alone in the corner.
Leng Mohan saw Luo Jiaojiao's tears, and an inexplicable pain surged in his heart. He walked to her side, gently raised his hand, and wiped the tears from her face with his fingertips. His movements were gentle and delicate, as if he was afraid of hurting her.
"Military marriages cannot be divorced, and I will not agree to divorce." Leng Mohan's voice was low and firm, and his eyes were full of determination.
He held Luo Jiaojiao's hand tightly, as if he wanted to pass on his strength to her, "I will protect you with my life. Where can you find a husband who loves you so much?"
Luo Jiaojiao raised her head and looked into Leng Mohan's deep eyes. The confusion in her heart gradually dissipated. She felt his determination and persistence, as if she saw hope for the future.
Leng Mohan smiled slightly and gently kissed Luo Jiaojiao on the forehead. He carefully observed her reaction and was relieved to see that she did not reject him. He knew that she was slowly accepting him and their marriage.
"You should be more confident about your appearance." Leng Mohan said softly. His words were like a warm current that warmed Luo Jiaojiao's heart. She raised her head and looked at Leng Mohan's affectionate eyes, and an inexplicable courage surged in her heart.
Leng Mohan lowered his head and noticed Luo Jiaojiao's white and tender little feet, which were exposed to the cold air without any cover, and stepped directly on the cold gray concrete floor, which was particularly dazzling. A complex emotion surged in his heart, both distressed and reproachful.
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