Lu Yanhe, you know, I dare not go through another nine years.
Lu Yanhe kissed the corner of her mouth, his voice gentle, "I know, but you also need to give me some time. As long as you don't take the initiative to give up on me, I will accept you in the shortest time possible, trust me."
Su Jia responded to his kiss obediently, wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, and buried herself in his chest, breathing heavily.
"I know you can't forget the hurt I've caused you just like that. After all, if I'm honest, if it were me, I wouldn't necessarily forgive you so quickly either." She spoke softly, her voice gentle and probing, "And please believe me, the pain in my heart over the years is no less than yours."
Lu Yanhe was silent for a long while before finally responding sullenly, "I understand."
"Thank you, Yanhe." Su Jia's voice choked, "Thank you for still waiting for me where you were."
