Hearing those four words about their first meeting, Pei Huaiyu's hands paused, and the radish slices on the cutting board suddenly seemed to warm up.
Eight years of time flowed before his eyes. Back then, the girl who had crossed mountains and rivers, covered in dirt, and slapped her marriage proposal right across his face had eyes that were bright and free. Today, those same eyes still held the starlight, only now touched by gentle ripples of tenderness.
Even after eight years, they still loved each other deeply.
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