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Hearing what he said, Song Weiyu felt his heart twitch.

She doesn't know what the future holds, but for the moment, she wants to follow her heart.

His palms were sweaty and his voice became softer, "I won't run, please close your eyes quickly..."

"Then hold my other hand." He raised his eyebrows.

Song Weiyu was startled, then pursed his lips and smiled childishly.

As he wished, he held Fu Haitang's other hand firmly and said, "It's okay now."

The man looked at her, turned his palms, intertwined his fingers, and clasped them with the base of his fingers.

"This way, no one can let go. If you want to run away again, just cut it off from me." He said, using his other hand to scratch his wrist.

His nails scratched a white mark on his wrist, and Fu Haitang's eyes were deep.

Unfortunately, Song Weiyu didn't notice his strangeness. I just thought it was a worry about gains and losses caused by simple depression.

She shook her intertwined hands, which were really strong.

However, now there is no way to directly respond to him running or not running. But no matter what, she planned to talk tonight.

At least tell him that the reason why she is with Chen Fang now is more because she is afraid that something will happen to Chen Fang.

"Close your eyes first. You will definitely like this gift..."

Fu Haitang smiled, spread his palms, "Okay... close your eyes."

She held the man's hand in her left hand, and the palm of her right hand was a token of love, "Fu Haitang, palm down."

"How do you pick up things with your palms facing down?" Fu Haitang asked and followed the instructions honestly.

However, as soon as this action was made, he froze for a moment and vaguely guessed what it was.

Her heart was beating wildly, her Adam's apple rolled up and down under the bone-grabbing texture, and the hand intertwined with her fingers tightened.

Song Weiyu smiled brightly and moved lightly. He held the ring between his thumb and index finger, and inserted it into the man's slender ring finger just like he did when he proposed to her devoutly.

Before reaching his fingertips, Fu Haitang could already feel something trapping him.

She actually bought a ring.

In extreme disbelief, he violated the rules of the game and opened his eyes first because he really wanted to watch Song Weiyu put the ring on him.

When the light entered his eyes, his beloved was smiling and narrowing his eyes, staring at his hand with all his attention, carefully crossing the joint of his middle finger.

His eyes dropped to his hands.

A doting smile was fixed on the corners of Fu Haitang's lips. It turned out that the bigger surprise was after he opened his eyes.

That ring... is his wedding ring.

The wall of the ring is already covered with mottled scratches, and the diamonds don't seem to be as clear as they were thirty years ago. But what left these traces were the golden years that he cherished most.

This ring is more precious than any gem in the world.

The knuckles between the man's fingers were thick, so she put it on very carefully as she didn't want to hurt him.

Fu Haitang was not in a hurry, so he slowly waited for her to put it on, and the injuries all over his body suddenly stopped hurting and itching.

Looking at her, there is faith, fascination, and addiction in her eyes.

Her voice was too hoarse when she spoke, "I lost this ring. Where did you get it?"

"Do you still remember the night when it first snowed? I told you that the wintersweet had bloomed? Actually, that night, I just wanted to..."

"Fu Haitang!!"

The voice arrives before the person.

Li He gasped and jumped out of nowhere. The collar of his suit was not folded, and his shirt was pulled out from under his belt. He was licking his lips and breathing heavily.

The ring is stuck on the knuckle of the ring finger, even if it is worn, it is not worn.

Song Weiyu and Fu Haitang were fixed in this posture, while tilting their heads to look at Li He.

Li Hyuk was panting, his eyes firmly fixed on the hands held by the two of them.

At this moment, he didn't know whether he was late or just in time.

Fu Haitang narrowed his eyes. He first let go of the intertwined hand, put his palm against Song Weiyu's cheek, and looked back at her, "Don't look at him, he hasn't finished wearing the ring yet."

"Oh yes."

This time Fu Haitang suddenly lost his patience and used his strength to help her put the ring in.

The ring scraped against the knuckles, and she called to him distressedly: "Does it hurt?"

"Well, it's not easy to wear. I won't take it off in the future."

The scar on the root of the finger coincides perfectly with the ring, like the soul returning to the body.

Fu Haitang watched her blowing, then suddenly raised the back of her hand, and the cold metal ring instantly touched Song Weiyu's lips.

It's a kiss from a wedding ring.

Song Weiyu was stunned for two seconds without moving his hands. His hand was slightly cold under the wedding ring, and her lips were hot under the wedding ring.

The temperature merged into the blush in the woman's eyes, and she kissed back gently. It was brief, but both the ring and the man felt it.

With an angry look on his face, Li He stepped on the same spot for two steps, breaking through the tranquility of the years.

He rubbed his already messy hair a few more times, and he didn't know whether to say the words or not.

"Fu Haitang!..." He frowned tightly and looked over, repeating. The bloodshot eyes screamed pain, helplessness, and intolerance.

Fu Haitang still didn't look at him.

His eyes became darker, but his posture remained dignified.

He smiled warmly, as if all the love for the woman was in his eyes. He pinched Song Weiyu's cheek, held her hand tightly, and led her to the main stage seat.

Passing by Li He, he said, "If you have anything to say, we'll talk about it after the ceremony."

The two of them could still sit together for three hours.

Even if it’s just three hours…

Song Weiyu followed him and looked back at Li He who was left behind. He said in a confused tone, "Is he looking for you in a hurry? Why don't you listen to him first and I'll wait for you."

I'm waiting for you……

I'm waiting for you……

He finally heard the words he wanted to hear countless times, just.

"This time, you don't have to wait."

Fu Haitang held her hand, looked at her sideways, rubbed her head and smiled.

Song Weiyu rubbed his head against his hot palm and responded with a sweet smile.

The sun is as bright as amber wine, and the big clouds in the blue sky outline the clear outline of Xifu crabapples in full bloom.

The black gold marble floor is reflected by the light into a gleaming road.

Fu Haitang held her hand, and their fingers were intertwined. Occasionally whispering, sometimes smiling, they walked forward under the light.