Even though they were together, living together, sharing their lives, certain things always stood between them, lost beyond retrieval.
Marriage?
He had said it on Rainbow Island, that they would get married upon his return.
But in the half month after his return, he hadn't mentioned it once.
She knew he was busy, that it was a sensitive time.
But she was always hoping he would say something.
Like, "Mianmian, I'm a bit busy recently, but once I'm done, we'll start preparing for our wedding immediately."
Or, "Mianmian, let's get our license first, and we'll have the wedding as soon as I'm less busy."
Waiting and waiting...
How torturous was the process of losing hope from having hope?
Gong Heng would never understand.
Watching the melancholy and sadness on her face, three years had passed, and a transparent distance had formed between them. He could feel her affection, and yet, he could also feel her resistance.
He was helpless.
