"Nineteen years for me, too." Lu Fan glanced at Jiang Yixia, his tone calm.
The audience fell silent for a moment, followed by a ripple of quiet murmurs.
Tong Dawei paused, his smile fading. He nodded, not pressing the issue.
He looked from Lu Fan to Jiang Yixia, then suddenly said, "You two, could I have you look into each other's eyes for ten seconds? No smiling, no blinking. And... begin."
Jiang Yixia raised her head and looked at Lu Fan.
His eyes were bright, reflecting the stage lights, the shadowy audience, and her own face.
As she stared, her heart began to beat faster.
His gaze didn't waver. He just looked at her, the corners of his mouth turned up in a faint smile—not too wide, not too subtle, but just right.
She suddenly remembered nineteen years ago, when they had first gotten together. He used to look at her just like this.
'Back then, I thought I'd spend the rest of my life with him.'
