"I said I love you, I really love you," Song Nian raised her hand, disregarding the painful pressure on her shoulder from Lu Zhonian, speaking gently and softly, "Every day that I've been married to you, I've felt it was worth it."
For all the time Lu Zhonian had been with Song Nian, he never dared to expect to hear the word 'love' come from her lips.
Too serious, too extravagant.
So extravagant that it seemed like something he didn't deserve.
But now, Song Nian was articulating it so clearly, sentence by sentence.
Suddenly, Lu Zhonian felt a pang of heartache.
He looked at Song Nian, the pressure in his hands gradually easing, a wordless bewilderment spreading in his eyes, "You love me?"
"I've loved you, earlier than you could imagine, Lu Zhonian. I've always loved you." Song Nian smiled, eyes glistening with moistness, "I would never marry a man I don't love. Even if my life was threatened, I couldn't compromise."
