"Just like before, when I didn't accept you because of my injured right hand, you said, 'Don't push me away for such strange reasons!' Even though I refused to respond to you at that time, you never thought of giving up on me, right? So why do you think I would definitely give up on you?"
"If we like each other, we should be together. Love means to be together. Let's not separate, okay? Forget about the future; I believe there's always a way. I don't want anything, just to be with you."
"Let me be with you, okay? Let me accompany you to the end."
"Today we're getting married. You want to marry me too, right? You like me too, don't you? Let's be together, Shirao; let me take you home."
"You are my bride, from today until forever."
Gong Shirao looked at the messages he sent one after the other without pause, tears soaking her clothes.
She recalled so many things about him.
Every rainy day memory, both happy and sad.
Once, just seeing him made all troubles seem unimportant.
