Ever since that late-night supper with Yang, it was as if a small seed had been planted in Lo’s heart—not a dramatic change, but a quiet, steady thought beginning to grow.
Over the next few days, he started noticing Qian more closely.
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She still laughed until she doubled over at the silliest TV shows on the couch.
Lo suddenly realized that these “ordinary” things, once so easy to overlook, were actually what made up the core of his life.
And slowly, a thought began to form in his heart—maybe… It was time.
On a bright weekend morning, with a crisp autumn chill in the air, Lo invited Qian on a little getaway to a small town outside the city. He said he wanted a change of pace, to slow things down a bit.
With simple backpacks and a camera, they boarded a bus heading to the countryside. The view outside the window shifted from bustling city streets to wide stretches of green fields. They talked and laughed, their mood light and easy.
When they arrived in the small town, their first stop was a quaint café. They ordered two hand-brewed coffees and a slice of cake. Qian fell in love with the nostalgic decor and even took photos, laughing. “It feels like time slows down here.”
They wandered along a nearby forest trail, where autumn leaves swayed gently in the breeze. Golden sunlight filtered through the trees, scattering dappled light across the ground.
Qian reached out to catch a falling leaf and smiled, “Autumn is so beautiful.”
Lo suddenly stopped walking.
“Do you remember our first Christmas together?” he asked.
Qian smiled softly, her eyes warm.
“Of course I do. I remember you made that undercooked baked pork chop rice.”
He laughed, a touch of nostalgia in his voice.
“Yeah, I just wanted to do something special for you. And nearly turned the kitchen into a disaster zone.”
As he spoke, Lo suddenly knelt down and pulled a small sky-blue box from his pocket, gently placing it in Qian’s palm.
She froze, her fingertips trembling as she slowly lifted the lid. Inside was a simple but elegant silver ring, its surface catching the light softly. Etched on the inside were a few words: “It’s you. It’s always been you.”
Qian stared at the ring, her eyes growing misty. Her voice quivered. “Why… why now?”
Lo took a deep breath and looked up at her, his gaze steady and tender.
“That day, when you laughed at my terrible pork chop rice, you still ate every bite and told me it would be better next time. Your smile at that moment—it made my heart skip. Right then, I knew… you were the one.”
He paused, his voice lowering, sincere and warm. “I want to spend every ordinary day with you. To love you. To stay by your side. Until we grow old together.”
Then, almost in a whisper, he asked, “Will you marry me?”
Qian was stunned for a heartbeat. Then she smiled, her eyes glistening with tears, shining like the last light of sunset. She whispered, “I’ve been waiting to hear those words for a long time.”
The sun slowly sank behind the mountains, its golden afterglow spilling across the river.
They sat side by side on a wooden bench, fingers tightly entwined, quietly watching the sky burn red with the evening light.
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On the day of the wedding, the weather was perfectly sunny, and the blue sky was as clear as if it had been carefully washed.
It was a small wedding with fewer than thirty close friends and family, held in a little wooden garden cabin tucked away at the foot of a mountain.
The place wasn’t big, but it was filled with thoughtful details—the flowers were chosen by Qian herself, and every handwritten card on the tables was a note of gratitude written by Lo for their guests.
Qian wore a simple wedding dress without a train, the hem just brushing the ground. Her makeup was natural, and her hair was loosely tied up with a sprig of baby’s breath, her favorite flower.
When her mother helped her put on her earrings, her eyes reddened. “You’re really getting married…”
Lo wore a light gray suit with his shirt buttoned all the way to the top. His palms were slightly sweaty. That day, he was more nervous than usual, checking the vows in his pocket over and over again. It was only a few short sentences, but he had memorized them for three days.
When the music started, the guests turned their heads toward the garden path. Qian walked out slowly but steadily, holding her father’s hand.
Lo lifted his head, and his gaze never left her again.
He had never imagined that seeing her in a wedding dress would make him want to cry.
They stood before the wooden platform. Yang, their officiant, spoke brightly, “Congratulations to Lo and Qian for finally reaching this day! In front of all of us here—today, you’re choosing each other to walk through the rest of your lives together!”
Lo spoke first. He took a deep breath and said, “Qian, from the moment we started dating, I knew you were my goddess… Thank you for waiting for me. I promise that from this day on, in all the days to come, I will love you, protect you, and respect you in every way I know. I’ll always be by your side.”
The tears Qian had been holding back finally fell. She smiled through them and said, “Today, I’m not just marrying someone. I’m choosing a friend, a partner, and a future family. Lo, I’ll spend the rest of my life with you—until we grow old and pass away.”
Their hands trembled as they exchanged rings, and the rings almost slipped from their fingers, drawing laughter from the guests. But in that moment, when they looked into each other’s eyes, it was the most steady and unwavering trust of their lives.
When they kissed, the small wind chime in the distance softly rang, as if blessing them.
There was no grand banquet—just a few long tables pushed together, covered with linen, and laden with home-cooked dishes. Qian’s mother made her favorite braised chicken with shiitake mushrooms, and Lo’s uncle specially prepared lotus root and pork rib soup that he had loved since childhood.
Everyone ate and laughed. Some shared funny stories about their first meeting; others pulled out old photos from ten years ago. With teary eyes, their loved ones said, “Seeing you two happy is enough.”
As night fell, strings of lights lit up the small courtyard. A gentle breeze drifted through, and the atmosphere became calm and tender.
Lo took Qian’s hand, and in the applause of their guests, they began their first dance—not graceful, even a little clumsy. But she was beaming, and his eyes saw no one but her.
That night, they lay together on the bed in the wooden cabin, not saying much, just quietly holding hands.
Outside, crickets chirped softly. The night was gentle.
The wedding was over, but their life together was only just beginning.
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