"I won't forget, I will never forget! I would rather die than forget."
Your husband, Di Yelei, the mother of my children, the love of my life, the one to grow old hand in hand with!
He quietly held her, silently watching her carefully sew the protective wrist guards with every stitch, not tolerating a single flaw.
It was only when the first light of early morning came through the window lattice that the two, who had been sitting for an entire night, finally moved.
"You should get up."
There had been no sleep at all, so how could one get up? However, Di Yelei did not argue, tightening their still clasped hands and obediently nodding: "Yes, it's time to get up."
He wrapped his arm around Liu Sisi's, but didn't make a move.
Liu Sisi also sat there quietly, leaning back in dependence and not getting up.
Time seemed to slip away quickly, and soon there was a clamor of voices outside, and not long after, even more voices could be heard.
"It's time to get up."
