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A few months later, we held a small wedding. The weather that day was beautiful, with sunlight filtering through the floral arrangements in the courtyard, casting a delicate golden veil on the ground.
I stood beneath the wedding arch, my white wedding dress clinging to my skin, feeling a slight chill. Chen Jiahe walked slowly towards me, his gaze as steadfast as ever, yet that tenderness radiated like a soft glow, seeping into my heart that had been battered and bruised.
As the ceremony began, he gently took my hand and said, "Xiao Yan, no matter what the future holds, I will be by your side to face every challenge in life together."
I was momentarily stunned. That promise felt so heavy, so weighty that I couldn't tell for a moment if it was real or just an illusion.
I stared into his eyes, where there was no hint of hesitation. A warm current surged from deep within me, yet it was tinged with an undercurrent of unease—could he really do it?
Married life was not as romantic and flawless as I had imagined.
Chen Jiahe was busy with work, and our daily conversations often consisted of just "Good morning" and "Good night."
During that time, he frequently worked late into the night. By the time he came home, I was already asleep; in the morning, before I had even risen, he would rush out again.
This routine continued for a week. I tried to comfort myself that it was just temporary. But deep down, loneliness gradually consumed me.
"Jiahe, have you been too busy lately?" I finally couldn't hold back one weekend morning.
He paused while organizing his briefcase and turned to look at me. "The project is tight right now; it will be better once it's over."
"Do you know? Sometimes I feel like you're not really here in this home," I said softly, unable to hide the hint of grievance in my voice.
He paused for a moment, then set down his briefcase and walked over to me. "I'm sorry; I've been neglecting you." He hesitated, as if searching for the right words to explain. "Xiao Yan, I didn't mean to..."
The next day, he left work early and brought back my favorite dessert. He handed me the box, his eyes filled with remorse. "From now on, I'll try to manage my work better so you won't feel this way again."
In that moment, I felt a mix of wanting to laugh and wanting to cry. His apology was clumsy yet so sincere.
I nodded without saying anything and took a bite of the dessert. The sweetness spread through my mouth, but it couldn't mask the complex emotions swirling deep inside me—I didn't know if this effort would be enough to bridge the hidden issues between us.
Life is always like this; just when one problem seems resolved, another one inevitably arises.
Once, when Chen Jiahe was struggling with a technical issue on his project, he became increasingly irritable.
During those days, he hardly spoke at all, only frowning at his computer screen. I tried to help him share the burden but found myself completely at a loss.
"Don't be so anxious; take a break," I said as I poured him a cup of hot tea and placed it on the table.
He looked up at me for a moment. "You don't understand; this situation is very complicated."
The distance in his tone made my heart tighten, but I forced a smile. "Even if I don't understand, I'm here if you need someone to talk to."
After that, I would sit by his side every night, watching him rack his brain to write code, test it, and make modifications. All I could do was hand him a cup of tea and offer a few words of encouragement.
Perhaps it was these seemingly insignificant gestures that gradually eased his emotions. In the end, he solved the problem. Seeing him breathe a sigh of relief brought me a sense of comfort as well.
However, this sense of relief didn’t last long. The conflicts between us still existed, merely hidden beneath the mundane details of daily life.
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