He was an engineer specializing in design, and she was a homeroom teacher for the graduating class of a middle school. Both had missed the prime season for romance, but later they met through an introduction. There was no earth-shattering process, just a simple and natural coexistence that led to marriage.
Three days after their wedding, he went to work overtime at his office. To meet his design deadlines, he would work tirelessly through the night, sometimes not returning home for several days. She was busy managing her graduating class and often came home late. Each dedicated to their careers, they were like two spinning tops, each rotating at high speed in their own tracks.
After sending off her graduating class, she found herself with more free time and began to re-examine her life and her marriage. She felt lost, unsure of how much she meant to him, and couldn’t recall him ever saying he loved her.
One day, she asked him if he loved her. He said, of course he did, otherwise, why would he have married her? She asked why he never said it. He replied that he didn’t know how to say it. She took out a prepared divorce agreement, and he was stunned. He said, “Then let’s go on a trip. I didn’t even accompany you on a honeymoon after our wedding. I owe you too much.”
They went to Zhangjiajie, famous for its bizarre peaks and stones. The rainy weather matched their gloomy moods. Walking on the winding mountain paths, she noticed he always walked on the outside. She asked him why. He said the road was too slippery, and he was afraid the outside railing might not be secure and feared she might accidentally fall. Her heart suddenly felt warm, and upon returning home, she tore up the divorce agreement.
Often, love is buried deep in the heart, especially the love that exists in marriage. It is plain and unsaid, but it is real.
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