"I don't want you to drink now," Luo Xiao took the wine glass from her hand and put it on the table. He leaned closer and suddenly spoke, "Qingshuang, in these months of being married to me, have you been happy?"
Fu Qingshuang was taken aback by his words, not understanding why he asked this. Actually, she was not happy; she should say she was at the juncture of happiness and pain, yet she still nodded, "Happy."
Luo Xiao laughed out loud, "Why happy?"
Fu Qingshuang leaned her head on his shoulder, "Because I can be with you."
Luo Xiao suddenly turned his gaze to her, "Do you love me?"
She nodded without hesitation, "Love."
"Qingshuang, tell me, what is love?"
"Loving someone means wanting to be with them, together every day, watching the sunset side by side, simple and ordinary..."
"What if you can't be together?"
Fu Qingshuang lifted her head, deeply gazing at his face, "Then it would be very painful."
Luo Xiao curved his lips, "How painful?"
