"You are worth my loving deeply, worth my cherishing, and worth my promise of marriage."
As Bert finished speaking, Catherine broke down in his arms, sobbing uncontrollably.
Bert tightened his embrace, and Catherine buried herself against his burning-hot chest, finally crying out loud.
She had heard the words "I love you" before—more than once—but only this time did they cut so deeply, so profoundly, carving themselves into her bones, becoming something she would never forget.
Because the man who spoke those words was also the man she loved to the marrow of her soul.
Once Catherine's emotions gradually settled in Bert's arms, she suddenly remembered that he had a fever. She hurriedly pushed at him,
"You're burning up like this—I'll get you some water and medicine, or we should just go straight to the hospital."
Bert tightened his hold on her, not letting her get up. Lowering his gaze to her face, he asked,
"Then you're not mad at me anymore? You forgive me?"
