Gu Mian suddenly realized.
"You still remember."
Originally when he kept her by his side, he had said he wanted her to teach him how to love.
"Of course I remember," Li Tingshen grasped her shoulders, gazing intently at her, "I am very grateful for that car accident back then. If it were not for my becoming a vegetative state due to the accident, you would have never married me."
"Marrying you is the luckiest thing in my life."
Gu Mian's heart was stirred.
Actually, she had never dared to expect Li Tingshen to reciprocate the same love she had for him.
She had silently loved him for over ten years, thinking that as long as she could get a response, that would be enough.
If there were a hundred steps between them, then he needed only to take that one step.
The remaining ninety-nine steps, she would walk.
No matter how difficult, she was willing.
She had already walked those ninety-nine steps, waiting for him to take the last one.
