The school uniform Ahri is holding is indeed from this school.
Because last night's club activities took place here.
?
When school was over, Sheng Wuji came to pick him up.
He arrived at just the right time; he had someone drive over as she stepped out of the school gate.
In other words, he came after he finished dealing with company matters.
The driver in front is an emotionless driving robot; he won't complain that the gentleman works for half an hour and then waits for three hours here.
The car door was opened from the outside, and Ah Li happily sat in, leaning closer to Sheng Wuji, taking his arm, and resting her head on his shoulder.
"Mr. Sheng, I miss you so much."
Ahri's voice seemed to carry endless longing.
This time, Sheng Wuji neither resisted nor felt uncomfortable. He took a gift box from the side and placed it in Ah Li's arms, saying, "Today's gift."
"Did Mr. Sheng prepare this himself?"
"Um."
Hearing Sheng Wuji's answer, Ah Li was overjoyed. Her eyes sparkled, and she raised her head to give Sheng Wuji a deep kiss on the lips.
Sheng Wuji's breathing slowed down. He felt Ah Li's kiss was heavy, heavy enough to awaken the darkness in his heart.
The darkness in my heart is twisting and screaming wildly: "Lock her up, don't let her see anyone else."
No, that will make her afraid of him and want to stay away from him.
Sheng Wuji forcibly suppressed the dark voice, and he discovered that Ah Li had opened the gift box.
Upon opening the gift box, a blue letter appeared on top.
Ah Li looked at Sheng Wuji with great surprise.
Sheng Wuji didn't blush; he was watching Ah Li's reaction.
Ah Li laughed, "Is this a love letter from Mr. Sheng to me?"
Sheng Wuji thought about the contents of the letter, and a conflicted expression appeared on his face.
At the same time, Ah Li lifted his arm, and Ah Li nestled in Sheng Wuji's arms as she opened the letter.
The letter read: 'To love someone is to respect her, understand her, and accept everything about her, including her flaws and shortcomings.'
Love is not about possession, but about giving the other person the freedom to grow.
Love is not about criticism, but about extending a warm hand when she falls.
True love is the willingness to see things from the other person's perspective, to feel their joys and sorrows as if they were your own heartbeat.
To love someone means to accept their past, be there for them in the present, and look forward to writing the future together.
When she hesitates, your encouragement is her motivation to move forward; when she is lost, your understanding is her safe haven.
Love isn't about grand, dramatic vows, but rather the quiet, enduring flow of ordinary days—it's the cup of hot tea you brew for her in the morning, the unspoken understanding of sharing an umbrella on a rainy day, and the patience to listen to her share her joys and sorrows late at night.
Love requires courage—the courage to show your true self and to accept your imperfections.
Love is like a gardener nurturing flowers, appreciating their vibrant bloom and embracing their fragile withering.
True love will ultimately transcend passion and settle into the deepest connection in life.
It allows two independent souls to stand side by side in the sunshine and to lean on each other tightly in the wind and rain.
This kind of love doesn't fade with time; instead, like fine wine, it grows better with age.
Author: Sheng Wuji
Ah Li wants to ask, did he copy the copy from somewhere?
But it doesn't look like it.
While Ah Li was pondering, Sheng Wuji took the initiative to pull her into his arms and said to Ah Li, "I have a disease, a very serious disease. When it flares up, I may not be able to control myself."
This was the first time he admitted to others that he was ill.
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