The song was still going on; the sad melody filling up the room with a melancholic atmosphere. Su Zhinian and Song Qingchun hadn’t stopped, continuing to retell their own story.

  "After that, I tried my best to push her away, but she kept advancing toward me; she even confessed to me on my birthday."

  "But he rejected me cruelly and left me alone at the café. At the time, I understood just how much courage one needs to fall in love."

  "After that, I tried to be good to her, but I inevitably hurt her many times……"

  "After that, he accompanied me to fall from an 80-meter building……"

  Their words flowed over each other’s smoothly until one point when Su Zhinian said, "I’m lucky, and I’m glad, because you’ve given me the opportunity to love you."

  This was something that he had told himself when he thought he was going to die from having stuck a blade into his stomach.

  A tear slid down Song Qingchun’s face. She followed his suit and confessed, "I’m lucky, and I’m glad, that I’m your past, now, and forever."

  "I’m touched because you didn’t give up on me when I rejected you."

  "I’m touched because you’ve written the most touching diary that I’ve ever read for the sake of one person."

  "……"

  "……"

  "We have all been forgotten—all have been forgotten for a long time. How many words should be used to describe ’love’?

  "You spoke so calmly and easily; I watched dark clouds fly away, and because I understand all the things you say, love often has a beginning but no ending."

  Song Qingchun and Su Zhinian, who seemed like they were in the middle of a comic dialogue performance, stopped alongside the song. The room reverted to one of silence. The room was seated with so many people, but not one uttered a word. Time seemed to have stopped in that moment.

  After some time, Su Zhinian slowly turned around to look at Song Qingchun. When he spoke, his voice wasn’t as unaffected as before. Instead, there was a choking nature to it. "Now, I’m very happy because you’re finally going to be my bride."

  Song Qingchun also turned to face him to look him in the eyes. The tears slid slowly down her face as she replied, "Now, I’m very blessed because I’m finally going to be your bride."

  As she finished, Su Zhinian reached out to pull her into his arms. Ignoring the people around them, he lowered his head to kiss her.

  She was startled for a moment before raising her arms to encircle his neck and reciprocating his passionate kiss.

  As the kiss deepened, the people in the room slowly recovered. They started clapping, and as the claps reached a thunderous chorus, some started to whistle. Just as the atmosphere reached its peak, Su Zhinian slowly let Song Qingchun go.

  He didn’t seem to even notice the chaos around them as he stared deeply into her eyes. His lips slowly curled into a smile.

  Song Qingchun followed his smile, and happy tears fell down her eyes freely.