Five seconds.
Song Qingchun's hands that were holding Su Zhinian were shaking heavily. Her voice had become hoarse from crying. "Su Zhinian, you cannot do this; you cannot leave us alone. We'll jump out together, I beg you please, Su Zhinian, please…"
No matter how desperate Song Qingchun's pleas were, Su Zhinian leaned inch-by-inch away from her. "Tingting, can I hear you call me Hubby once?"
When he was eight, when he met her, his dream was to look for her.
After finding her, his dream became to marry her.
From his childhood to his youth, from his youth to his adulthood, he had waited for almost twenty years, more than 7000 painful nights, before he managed to call her his lawfully wedded wife, but now he would have to leave her.
He had no regrets, but if he really need to find one, it was he had never heard her call him "hubby" once.
