Yes, that's true.
Skating was no big deal for him; many people could skate.
But Wen Xian couldn't, and yet she was so happy just to have him teach her, such a trivial thing.
Lu Xiao's skate blades changed direction on the ice, suddenly pulling Wen Xian into his arms.
Wen Xian let out a cry of surprise, crashing into his chest.
She instinctively held him tight, and Lu Xiao looked down, slowly whispering in her ear despite never being one for sweet nothings:
"Wen Xian, I will always love you, take care of you, be with you, until the end of my life..."
Wen Xian: "..."
She gazed at him, her eyelashes fluttering slowly, the tip of her nose suddenly feeling sour, and a layer of mist forming in her eyes.
She rested her head on his shoulder and hugged him lightly, "Husband, I love you."
He was her husband.
The man she loved for a lifetime, whom she would trust unwaveringly.
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Days passed, and Wen Xian treasured every moment there.
