With a loud crash, a crack was torn in the sky, and heavy rain poured down, dripping against the window.
The water trails are winding.
There was a layer of fog on the glass in the room, and Lin Luosang stretched out his finger to wipe off a small piece of it.
"No thanks." She said to the other end of the phone.
Since I didn't see her when I wanted to see her the most, there is no need to make up for it to her abruptly.
Li Ningfu was silent for a while: "Don't blame Mom, Tiantian really had a fever suddenly that day."
"I wanted to come see you, but something as serious as being sick is definitely more important than celebrating your birthday. If I still go to celebrate your birthday, my anxiety will inevitably show, and you'll definitely feel uncomfortable watching me, which will be awkward for both of us."
——Yes, in order to avoid getting hurt on both sides, you chose her in the end.
The words swirled in her throat, and when they reached the tip of her tongue, she was about to say them, but she took them back.
In fact, it is normal. Song Tian is the child of her mother's current family, and she is the previous one, which is also the past tense. She has no right to blame or express dissatisfaction.
So with countless thoughts overlapping and conflicting, she didn't say anything.
Li Ningfu added, "We will definitely be there tomorrow. We've already taken leave, arranged all the chores, and booked the rooms. There will definitely be no problem."
"Your father also said that he hasn't seen you for a long time. Why don't you go back more often?"
The palm of his hand suddenly pressed against the glass window, and a terrifying chill penetrated into his skin. Lin Luosang shuddered and quickly withdrew his hand.
She asked, "Have you booked a room?"
"Yes, we booked a private room at Dewa Building. Didn't you love their fried pork ribs and braised shrimp when you were a kid?" Li Ningfu smiled. "We booked it a week in advance. We didn't tell you because we wanted to give you a surprise."
She wanted to say that time had passed so long that her eating habits had changed a lot. She no longer ate fried food and could not eat spicy food.
Li Ningfu added, "If you refuse, all our hard work and preparations these past few days will be in vain."
"You're not that busy, are you? There's always time to go out for a meal."
"If you're worried about safety, I've already maintained confidentiality with the restaurant, and security has been tightened. You'll definitely be able to come in and leave smoothly."
This long paragraph almost refuted all her reasons for refusal. She knew Li Ningfu's character. She knew that after saying this, she must have really felt guilty about it and wanted to compensate her.
Li Ningfu spoke sincerely, and this was the first time in so many years that she suggested that the three of them attend together. She was somewhat hesitant, but finally agreed.
After hanging up the phone, she saw Xiao Nuan leaning against the window, trying hard to clean the area in front of her eyes with her sleeve, looking at the clear yet hazy buildings outside: "It's raining so heavily..."
"That's right," Yue Hui said as he tilted his head back to drink his milk tea, "How could the weather change so suddenly?"
"Did you bring an umbrella?" Lin Luosang asked.
"There's one in the car. I'll get it."
After leaving the studio, Lin Luosang discovered that it was not only raining, but also small hailstones that were hitting the umbrella with crackling sounds.
The sky darkened in an instant. The faint light of street lamps was reflected in the deep and shallow puddles. The high-speed vehicles splashed water like a curtain. Everyone was hurried to take shelter from the rain.
After getting in the car, Yue Hui finally took a breath: "The weather forecast didn't say it would rain this hard..."
He placed a cup of hot tea in front of Lin Luosang and said, "This change is as unpredictable as life itself."
Xiao Nuan sighed: "Now I'm only worried about how miserable the clothes I'm hanging outside are."
Speaking of clothes, Yue Hui pointed at Lin Luosang's shoulder and said, "Go back and blow dry it. This part is wet."
After arriving home, Lin Luosang first took a hot bath, and then soaked in the bathtub for more than half an hour to relieve fatigue.
When she came out of the bathroom, the man happened to come back.
Perhaps because she had been busy all day, she felt particularly sleepy today. She revised the arrangement and design based on some problems revealed during the rehearsal, and spent most of the day with wet hair before she went to blow dry it.
The chair was so comfortable that she leaned on it and relaxed unconsciously. She casually swept the hair dryer across her head a few times. The top of her head dried quickly, but the ends of her hair seemed to take ten years to dry.
Because she has curly hair, in order to maintain the shape, she has to use her fingers to curl the ends of her hair every time she blow-drys her hair, which makes it more troublesome.
She struggled against sleepiness and couldn't help mumbling complaints. Her head rested on the cushion. Just as she was about to blow-dry her hair with her eyes closed, the hair dryer was snatched away from her hand.
I don’t know if the man thought she was slow or what, but he took the ends of her hair and shook it a few times, then quickly finished blow-drying her hair. He turned off the hair dryer and placed it on the table.
Lin Luosang: ...?
Pei Hanzhou must have something to say. He moved her chair in front of him and then rolled his Adam's apple: "I may have to go on a business trip tomorrow."
She thought it was some big news, but after all this time, it turned out that he fixed her hair just to tell her about a business trip?
She said "Oh", took out her phone from behind her back, and gave a standard reply: "Go early and come back early."
The man stared at her, hesitant to speak for a long time.
Lin Luosang sensed something and looked up to meet his gaze: "By the way, I haven't asked you where you're going yet."
"USA."
After a pause, the man said, "If anything happens, tell me immediately."
Then he said, "Don't see Zhao Xuanya again."
Lin Luosang tilted his head: "Did you know the last time I saw her?"
"Know."
Then you filed for divorce on the same day you met her.
Lin Luosang nodded, jumped off the chair and rushed to the bed, crawling under the covers: "She probably won't look for me anymore."
After sinking into the pillow, she asked, "What time are you leaving tomorrow?"
"Ten o'clock in the morning."
She responded, and soon fell asleep as she felt sleepy.
She went to bed early and woke up early. Lin Luosang opened her eyes at around six o'clock, while most of the city was still fast asleep, including her husband.
She got up quietly, packed everything, and planned to go to rehearsal first and then go to the dinner appointment.
Before walking out of the bedroom, I saw the clothes and ties hanging on the hanger. They must be what he was going to wear today.
Lin Luosang paused for a few seconds, remembering that the man's tie-tying skills had regressed at lightning speed recently. He hung the tie up and helped him tie it first. When the time came, he could just put it on and adjust the tightness.
When it comes to tying a tie, she learned it when she was filming a music video during her Feiyan period, and she only practiced it about ten times. The man has to attend many more public occasions than her. She used to tie a tie well, but recently she seems to be absent-minded and always ties it wrong.
It would be bad enough if the car flipped over, but he had to let her see it.
After tying one tie, Lin Luosang found that there were several more neatly arranged in his suitcase, so he simply helped him tie the ones he was going to take, rearranged them and put them in the suitcase before leaving.
The man was already awake when she stood up. Although he could tell what she was busy with, he also knew that she was always busy, so he didn't take it to heart.
It was not until he took the shirt and suit off the hanger that his eyes saw the tie hung neatly and exquisitely. He frowned and found that the technique in the box was exactly the same, and then the corners of his mouth curled up imperceptibly.
Lin Luosang finished rehearsing in the studio in the morning and arrived at Dewa Building on time at 1:00 p.m.
She arrived half an hour early, but Li Ningfu and Lin Hongfeng were already waiting in the private room. Seeing her arrival, Li Ningfu smiled and took the bag from her hand, using the same method as when she took her schoolbag after school.
After so many years, Lin Luosang was distracted for a moment.
"Come sit down," Lin Hongfeng looked around at her and said, "Why are you losing weight again?"
Li Ningfu continued, "This is what celebrities want. Luo Luo is not thin, she has a good figure. I see her studio often posts her fitness videos, so she's not pathologically thin."
Lin Hongfeng: "That's good. Health is the first priority."
Lin Luosang smiled and said, "I know. The team arranges physical examinations every six months, and a nutritionist also coordinates my diet. I think there will be no problem with my health."
She had just sat down when she heard Lin Hongfeng ask, "I heard that you and that... Pei Hanzhou, got married?"
The topic suddenly turned to something that happened long ago. She felt concerned, but at the same time, she did not reject the irony. She turned around aimlessly with the cup in her hand, lowering her long eyelashes to cover the unknown emotion in her eyes.
"Yes."
Everyone at the table thought of the elders who were absent from the wedding and fell silent for a few seconds.
Lin Hongfeng thought for a while before explaining, "Shuang Jie told me about it at the wedding, but I really couldn't get away."
"Besides, you're already grown up. I can't control you forever. Just make your own decisions. I'll respect that."
Li Ningfu added: "I only found out about your marriage later when I read in the newspaper. Why didn't you tell Mom?"
Lin Luosang smiled indifferently: "I called you. You said Tiantian was going to a parent-teacher meeting. I saw that you were all busy, and since it wasn't a big deal, I didn't force you."
The wedding at that time was just a formality for her. There was no mutual love between the two and they were not walking hand in hand. Besides, the absence of the two was actually within her expectations.
"Indeed, there are so many important things in life, and we can't control everything," Lin Hongfeng said, "You and Xiao Pei should just know your own situation."
"The past is the past. Let's talk about something happy," Li Ningfu turned around and asked her, "Did you win many awards at the end of this year?"
When they talked about her thriving career, the atmosphere was quite harmonious. However, no matter where the topic went, both of them knew they were in the wrong. They did not ask whether her marriage was happy, nor did they mention meeting Pei Hanzhou.
Even though those are the two things that most parents are most concerned about.
Lin Luosang never doubted that they loved him, but an inch of love is love, and a hundred inches is also love.
They once devoted 100% of their efforts to loving her, but time has changed and they now have someone they love more.
Halfway through the meal, the waiter pushed over the cake. In this happy moment where every second counted, the belated candle was inserted in the center of the cake.
"I chose your favorite pink color." Li Ningfu said.
More than a decade has passed, and Li Ningfu still remembers many of her preferences accurately. However, as a mother, she has indeed missed a lot of her growth and changes. She can't even explain that she is no longer an eight-year-old girl and her favorite color now is purple.
This was precisely the part that made her happiest and most powerless.
In the important moments of life, every missed second of waiting and companionship counts.
She chose not to expose it.
Soon, Li Ningfu, who was looking for a lighter, turned her eyes to Lin Hongfeng: "Give me the lighter."
Lin Hongfeng frowned: "I don't have a lighter."
"Didn't I send you a WeChat message asking you to bring it over?"
Obviously, the dinner had been prepared for so long and everything was going according to plan, but the most important part of lighting the candles was suddenly interrupted. The experience and pleasure dropped sharply, and Li Ningfu was quite dissatisfied.
"I didn't reply to your WeChat, right? If I didn't reply, I definitely didn't see it. If you were waiting for me, why didn't you check your phone before coming up? If you saw I didn't reply, you should have bought one downstairs!" Lin Hongfeng's patience was also exhausted. "It's inexplicable, and you're blaming me for this? Do I want to eat this meal?"
"If it wasn't you who wanted to eat it, don't you have any responsibility? Have you ever taken any part in Luo Luo's affairs since she was little? Even if you're a man and don't care about anything, you still have to fulfill your responsibilities, right? I didn't go to her wedding because I didn't know about it, and you didn't go even though you knew about it. So what qualifications do you have to judge me now? Have you given more than me?"
"Here you go again. What are you trying to do? Why are you making such a complicated matter? When will you stop digging up old grievances?"
"Have I risen to the occasion? Now you're blaming me for bringing up the past? You're not allowed to talk about things you've done yourself? It's clearly something two people should do together, so I'd be fine if I did it alone, but you're so dissatisfied with such a small task I asked you to do. If you didn't know, you'd think you were incredibly busy every day. Why, do you want me to calculate for you what you've been busy with?"
…
…………
A small matter that could be solved with just a "call the waiter" completely ignited the two of them. They argued with each other and stood at their seats arguing with red ears.
Everyone thinks they are right and no one wins.
This was the most familiar scene to her when she was eight years old, endless quarrels and reconciliations, reconciliations and then quarrels, quarrels and then forgiveness, and forgiveness and then hysteria.
Before she was eight years old, she was sure that she was surrounded by warm love, like the sunlight on the windowsill at noon, bright and hot.
She knew that her parents loved each other, she understood what a happy marriage was, she loved sitting on her father's shoulders and walking along the railway, and she loved watching her father kiss her mother.
It was not until my eighth birthday that my mother opened the birthday cake box tremblingly. Before she could cut the cake, she burst into tears.
She finally faced a sentence that seemed very common, but also heartbreaking.
Mom said, if your dad and I divorce, who will you live with?
She was confused at the time and didn't understand the meaning of the word "cheating" that her mother said while crying, until she saw the beautiful sister sending the video on her father's mobile phone.
There are many things that children do not understand but can feel.
She felt that her father didn't love her mother as much as before, she felt that her father's patience was running out, and she felt that her father's tenderness and smile were given to other women.
Although my mother was sad, my father didn't want to divorce me. My mother loved him and gave him a chance.
The nerves that have experienced betrayal will become fragile. Because you don’t feel loved, doubts and suspicions will come uncontrollably. In the eyes of people who don’t love you, that is just unreasonable.
Many things will happen again after the first time. Countless assurances and forgiveness are just efforts to piece together a torn painting to its original state. When the wind blows, it will still drift around, and the scars have never been truly repaired.
That year they quarreled more and more, and even the smallest thing at any time and in any place could become a fuse.
They were arguing by the swimming pool. She was scared and just wanted to run away. She swam to the deep water without being discovered by her parents. Her oxygen ran out but she couldn't surface. When she almost drowned, she was rescued by an aunt who was swimming nearby.
They had a fight when she had a fever, and fearing that they would disturb her who was sleeping, they had a massive outburst outside the hospital. She was finally awakened by the pain, and the busy nurse told her embarrassedly that there were too many patients during the flu season, and her parents had not notified her to remove the needle. The bottle had been empty for too long, and blood had returned to the back of her hand.
They also quarreled when crossing the road. She was completely unaware of it. She walked to the middle of the road, thinking that her parents would catch up with her. Who knew that they were still arguing there? Her mother was in tears, and a large truck in front of her suddenly braked and almost hit her.
…
Finally, after nearly a year of fighting, the quarrels consumed all the emotional foundation, and the love they once had disappeared. They broke up and ended their marriage without any emotion.
The father soon found a new wife and gave birth to two sons. The mother also started a new family and gave birth to a lovely daughter.
Her mother initially wanted to take her away, but it was too difficult for a single mother to raise a child, and the child would be a burden when she remarried, so she was sent to her father. Her father said, "Just treat your stepmother as your mother."
The stepmother is not as bad as portrayed in TV dramas, but she is not good either. She will compete with her for favor, and her father must buy two gifts for her, leaving one for the stepmother.
Her father asked her stepmother to buy clothes for her with a budget of 10,000 yuan. Her stepmother would spend most of it herself and only leave her 3,000 yuan.
The stepmother would take credit in front of the father, saying, "Look, this is the dress I bought for your daughter. Isn't it pretty?" Only she knew that the dress was bought casually at a roadside wholesale store and she had stopped wearing the style a few years ago.
My stepmother said, in this family, you have to be careful with what you say and do, and don’t tell your father about me, because your father loves me more.
She had quarreled with her stepmother, but her father said, your stepmother bought so many things for you, you should learn to be grateful.
She was abandoned again and again in her choices, and later she simply gave up fighting for it. If no one held on to her, then she would hold on to herself.
She went abroad to study at university, and when she came back she entered the entertainment industry. It was better to be busy and not have to deal with complicated family relationships.
Lin Luosang closed his eyes and suddenly felt cold.
She thought that after so much time had passed, her emotions should have calmed down, but when she thought about it again, she still couldn't let it go.
She recalled for such a long time, but the two people opposite were still arguing. Even the waiter in the private room noticed something was wrong and carefully pulled open the curtain to take a look.
A look of doubt, confusion, and even some pity.
Lin Luosang took a deep breath and asked weakly, "We're already divorced...are you still going to quarrel like before?"
This sentence pressed the pause button for the private room for a short while.
The two finally realized what they had done in their anger. Lin Hongfeng turned and went to the bathroom to calm down. Li Ningfu also turned and said, "I'll go ask the front desk if they have a lighter."
…
In the end, when the two came back, they had sorted themselves out, but the atmosphere was already beyond repair. Even though they tried hard to reconcile and pretend, the second half of the meal was still a complete failure.
They all tried their best, just like they tried their best to keep a complete family for her, but in the end they couldn't do it.
She didn't know who to blame because no one wanted to make things so embarrassing.
There is no one who doesn't want to live a decent life.
After the dinner, she stood at the busy bus stop, looking at the intermittent rain, thinking a lot.
She thought about her parents' failed marriage, her mother's rapid weight loss and depression during that period, how the emotional imbalance would eventually lead to endless torture between them, and whether it would have been the best choice for both parties if her mother had chosen to end it when she first realized that something was wrong - to cut the loss in time.
They could have kept those beautiful memories deep down, could have been less hysterical, and could have avoided using so many attacks to consume the love they once had for each other.
What about her? Will this happen to her and Pei Hanzhou?
Unequal love is terrible. She knew from the first day of her marriage that she must not fall in love with him because she was sensitive, fragile and afraid of being abandoned. She was worried that if her feelings became deeper, she would become the next mother because of no response, hurting herself and him.
When emotions are fluctuating, no one can guarantee that their behavior will be rational.
I've known for a long time that I should do the ending, but because I like it, I haven't made a decision until now, right?
Feelings are such a fierce thing, she doesn't know what she will become if she falls deeper into them.
She is a creator, and creators all yearn for romance and hate embarrassment. She doesn't want to get into a fight with Pei Hanzhou to the point where others will pity her.
It would be better to stop everything in the best place now, preserve decency and dignity for both parties, avoid possible quarrels and injuries, and make the memories perfect.
…
Yesterday, Sheng Qianye made an appointment to visit her in the afternoon, saying that he wanted to treat her to afternoon tea and chat, to repay her for saving the TV series.
When she found Sheng Qianye in the cafe, the latter had been waiting for a long time.
"What's going on?" Sheng Qianye came closer anxiously. "It's raining so hard outside, and you didn't answer my calls. When I sent messages, you just replied "Nothing's wrong." It's really scary."
Sheng Qianye patted the rain off her pants. He heard her say something and thought he was hallucinating. He raised his head hesitantly and said in a daze: "...What did you say?"
"Divorce? Why do you want a divorce again?"
A minute later, Sheng Qianye sat opposite her and asked her.
"My parents came to see me just now, and they started arguing again right in front of me," Lin Luosang closed his eyes. "I thought the trauma from the past was nothing, but now I realize that my family still has a huge impact on me."
The original family is so important.
"Aren't uncle and aunt divorced? Why are they arguing about this?" Sheng Qianye sighed.
Lin Luosang looked at her and suddenly asked, "Do you know why I'm called Luosang?"
Sheng Qianye: "Why?"
"Because my mother met my father in Lausanne, Switzerland, we go there every year to celebrate our anniversary."
Lin Luosang said, "But after the divorce, she never went to Lausanne again."
Sheng Qianye fell into another long silence, and after a long while, he offered another idea: "You have been avoiding liking others because you feel that your love will not be reciprocated. But what if Pei Hanzhou likes you?"
"Maybe," Lin Luosang pursed his lips, "Maybe he likes me a little, or more than a little. I can't be sure, because we are so special together."
"We are already husband and wife. No one would discuss the relationship or feelings between two people after a few months of marriage, nor would they measure who likes each other more."
"We will not pursue someone again in marriage to fill the gaps in the emotional development stage just because we did not take the step of dating before."
"Even if he likes me, is that little bit of love... enough to support me through this marriage?"
Love is so fragile, let alone liking.
The love that can make her feel safe probably requires very strong dedication and loyalty. She thinks it may be difficult for her to encounter or find such love in her lifetime.
Sheng Qianye thought for a long time, not knowing whether to say it or not, but he still said carefully: "But I think he treats you very well."
"I think so too. This is why I can't be cruel." Lin Luosang curled the corners of his lips. "I like him. He's good to me. Although he's also good to everyone around him, as long as I'm not greedy, we can live like this for the rest of our lives."
Lin Luosang raised his eyes and asked directly, "But what if... I'm greedy?"
"What if I'm not only greedy, but also trapped in such a good thing, becoming more and more unable to extricate myself?"
"He told me before that he actually has a problem with contact with the opposite sex. You would never believe that he is allergic to other women except me."
"I'm not that stupid. Sometimes when I interact with male artists, I often feel that they are jealous, but then I think about it and wonder, is he really jealous?"
“Qianye, if you can’t eat all the cakes in the world, and there is only one piece of cake here, won’t you offer it as a gift?”
"Even if you don't like this piece, but someone comes to grab it, are you happy?"
…
Sheng Qianye just stared at her.
Finally, Sheng Qianye said, "Since you have made up your mind, tell him."
Lin Luosang probed: "Do you think I should?"
Sheng Qianye said slowly: "I don't know, but I don't want to see you get hurt."
"Since this relationship has been making you entangled and hesitant, why not give it a try first?"
She called the man an hour later.
It was very strange, they had never done this before, but this time, as if they knew what was going to happen, the man said "Hello" lightly after a long time.
"Well," she said, "I have something to tell you."
She wanted to ask him what time it was over there, whether he had forgotten to eat because of his busy business, whether his tie was askew, and whether he should stop frowning.
But after a long silence, she heard her own voice:
"I've thought about the divorce I mentioned before for a long time. I'm sorry I can't tell you the reason, but I hope you agree."
Her breathing seemed steady, a result of years of singing practice.
His breathing seemed to be steady. After a while, he asked her in a low voice, "Have you thought it through?"
She swallowed hard to reduce the weight of her nasal voice and said, "Yeah."
Perhaps thanks to her professional practice, she can remain stable even when her voice trembles.
The sound of pens scratching came from the other side again. It seemed that the man had just been correcting official business in the silent moment, and when he paused, he found time to answer the question she had been thinking about for a long time.
He said okay, and you couldn't tell whether he was happy or sad, as if he was not affected by anything.
She hung up the phone immediately, afraid that he would hear her crying. There was a sense of relief that everything had settled, but there was also nothing there.
She covered her eyes and suddenly remembered the touch of the man's palm and fingertips, warm and soft.
It was she who was not worthy of it, what was his fault?
On the other side, on the cruise ship, the man who hung up the phone sat in silence for a long time.
Everyone noticed that the atmosphere was not right, as if the person in front of them was Pei Hanzhou, someone they had never met before.
Although his expression did not change, the hand holding the pen was a little unsteady.
Luo Xun was close enough to hear the entire call and went over to hold his wrist: "What's wrong? Are you okay?"
Even the person in charge on the other side asked, "Do you want to continue?"
"It's okay," the man closed his eyes for a few seconds, then opened them again, "Continue."
However, halfway through the meeting, before the first paragraph was finished, the man quickly stood up, said "sorry" and walked out quickly.
Luo Xun finally found him at the bow of the ship.
The wind was strong at the bow, causing the boat to sway and sway. The waves hit the hull, and the waves were as sharp as knife blades.
Pei Hanzhou was lighting a cigarette with his back to the wind.
As far as Luo Xun could remember, he hadn't smoked for a long, long time.
He has always been self-disciplined and rarely smokes or drinks. Even at a dinner party, he would only smoke two cigarettes when he really couldn't refuse.
Even in extremely frustrating moments, men will quickly adjust their mood, digest the situation without saying a word, or get in the car to rest.
The last time I saw him smoking was on my great-grandfather's death anniversary.
"Don't do that," Luo Xun held out his hand to stop him. "Didn't you say that people who vent their emotions with alcohol and cigarettes are useless?"
The man lit the cigarette butt and when he brought it to his lips he remembered that she didn't like the smell of cigarettes. After a while, he lowered his eyelids and laughed suddenly.
"Just treat me as useless."
He said in a hoarse voice, "I didn't even keep anyone."
"You..." Luo Xun was speechless for a moment, "If you don't want to, then why did you agree? Don't agree!"
"This is the second time. She probably really wants to leave," he said. "I can't refuse again. I have to respect her thoughts."
Luo Xun: "Then why didn't you agree last time?"
"The last time I knew, she met Zhao Xuanya."
"Zhao Xuan Ya definitely influenced her. I just felt it was sudden at the time and thought it was Zhao Xuan Ya who asked her to file for divorce."
"But now, she told me she's thought it through."
The man looked up with red eyes: "She has thought it through, what can I leave with her?"
After thinking for a moment, he flicked the cigarette end in self-mockery and said, "Besides, I don't know how to do it at all."
Luo Xun always knew that he was not good at retaining people.
Luo Xun faced the cold wind and felt like he was going to be blown to death here. However, the man was only wearing a shirt and didn't seem to feel the cold at all. He shouted loudly: "Then let me ask you one thing, do you like her?"
"I don't like her, but I stayed up late to fly back to stop her from getting a divorce. Am I sick?"
Luo Xun felt that everything was solved. He tried to analyze it rationally:
"If you like each other, then we can get married. What's the big deal? Listen to me, let's go back first. The divorce procedures haven't even been completed yet. Cheer up!!"
"That's not necessarily a bad thing, is it? Your marriage is special. It's been so long, and your feelings can't be explained. If there's no opportunity for you to rethink your definition of each other, will you live in a fog and confusion for the rest of your lives?"
"Think about it, couples have to go through misunderstandings and jealousy before they can be together. Do you think you don't have to go through all that just because you got married first and then fell in love? That doesn't make sense!"
"Listen to me, this is an opportunity for you to redefine your relationship and express your feelings. You must tell her, give her a sense of security, and show her that this marriage is no longer as fragile as it was when you first decided on it."
"If I were to tell you, you have quite a few problems. You never say anything, and you can only rely on others' feelings. But who can take their own feelings as the final word? It's really not difficult to express yourself. You can't go your whole life without peeling back the window paper to express yourself!"
"Since you like her, if your wife runs away, then get her back!!!"
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