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A month has passed, and Michelle's father has begun to show significant signs of recovery.
The air in the hospital room is no longer as oppressive, and Michelle's mother appears every day with a completely new look, helping her husband with rehabilitation exercises and taking care of his diet.
Michelle walked into the hospital room and saw her father working hard on his bed rehabilitation, holding her mother's hand for support.
The two exchanged a glance filled with unprecedented trust and reliance. As the mother helped the father with leg exercises, she softly said to him, "Look at how much progress you've made. I told you that you would get better!"
"Well, it's all thanks to you," the father's voice trembled slightly, but was filled with gratitude.
Michelle looked at the scene, feeling a complex mix of happiness and emotions echoing in her heart. Were these the parents who used to argue constantly? When did they become so harmonious?
"Michelle, you're here," her mother noticed her, with a satisfied smile on her face.
"Hi, Mom, Dad." Michelle walked over slowly and held her dad's strong but still somewhat weak hand.
"Your dad's condition has improved a lot, and the doctor said he can be discharged soon," Mom said, clearly hoping to comfort Michelle.
"That's great," Michelle tried to maintain a smile, but inside, it felt like layers of ripples were being stirred up.
"In fact, after this incident, I've started to rethink a lot of things," Dad said with great seriousness.
"Oh? For example?"
"For example, we have always been arguing, me and your mom, but now I understand that some things are more important than my own pride."
Michelle instantly understood that her father's illness made him realize the preciousness of family, and also made him understand that marriage is not just a commitment on paper, but also mutual support between hearts.
"How do you see this, Michelle?" her mother asked.
At the same time, Michelle remembered having similar conversations with her mother in the past, and she would always argue or avoid it back then.
"If you don't get married, will you regret it?" her mother asked.
"I don't know, Mom. But I do know that if I choose a marriage that isn't right for me, I will definitely regret it.
Now Michelle hesitated for a moment and then answered differently than before. She said, 'I have always thought that marriage is a choice, but also a responsibility. Seeing you guys, I am starting to think that perhaps marriage also has its beautiful side.'"
Michelle walked out of the hospital, and her phone rang. It was Evan calling.
"Michelle, how is your dad doing? Is he feeling better?"
"Yeah, much better. You know, today I saw my parents and they were different from before. They seemed to have found their initial love and care for each other."
"Does that make you have a different view on marriage?"
"Maybe." Michelle's tone softened. "Maybe we all need to give love a chance, don't we?"
Evan fell silent for a moment, then he finally spoke, "Michelle, I know you've been through a lot, and your feelings must be very complicated. But I still can't accept the institution of marriage."
Feeling Evan's determination, Michelle responded, "I understand. I just feel that sometimes, love and marriage don't have to be mutually exclusive. But I also understand that everyone has their own stance and choices."
"Well, I respect your opinion," Evan's voice was heavy. "We've both been through too much, seen too much, maybe that's why we both have reservations about love and marriage."
"Perhaps," Michelle sighed. "Seeing my parents today made me realize that even after enduring so many hardships in their marriage, they still found the strength to love. It made me wonder if we could do the same."
"I don't know, Michelle, I really don't know," Evan's voice sounded weary. "I just know that I don't want to see you suffer, and I don't want to suffer myself."
"I don't want that either," Michelle's tone was firm. "So, even though we have different views, I am still willing to find a path that belongs to both of us."
"That will take time, Michelle. We both need time to think about all of this."
"I'm willing to wait, Evan," Michelle said before hanging up the phone.
Michelle stood at the entrance of the hospital, filled with doubt and anticipation. Meanwhile, Evan sat on the sofa in his house, holding his phone and taking a deep breath.
One day, when Chen Yifan (Evan) and Lin Meichi (Michelle) walked into the conference room on the sixth floor of the company, both of them could feel a tense atmosphere.
It wasn't the kind of tension caused by work pressure, but a more subtle, deeper sense of unease.
The conference room was softly lit, with high-end artwork hanging on the walls and spacious floor-to-ceiling windows, but none of this could conceal the unease in the hearts of the two people.
Evan, the creative director of the advertising company, sat down and opened his laptop, browsing through the latest advertising cases. Meanwhile, Michelle, the project manager, took out her phone and began checking her emails.
"How's the feedback for this brand event recently?" Evan's voice broke the silence.
"It's not bad, the clients are also very satisfied," Michelle responded.
Evan felt somewhat displeased, knowing that there was more to the story behind it, but Michelle chose to conceal it.
"Let's talk about private matters then," Evan changed the subject.
After leaving the meeting room, the two of them arrived at the rooftop garden. The garden was surrounded by lush greenery and charming flowers, everything seemed so harmonious. However, the conflict in their hearts was undeniable.
"Evan tried to find out if your views on marriage have really changed," Michelle took a deep breath and said, "I used to think marriage was just a formality, but recent events have made me rethink this issue. Maybe marriage does have its value, at least in some aspects."
"Is this change because of your dad's situation?" Evan's face showed a hint of confusion. "But I don't understand, aren't we good as we are now? Why would you suddenly want to change your view on not getting married, and even start thinking about marriage?"
Michelle's expression became slightly serious, and she looked at the distant night sky before returning her gaze to Evan's face. "It's not like that, Evan. Because of my dad's situation, I have indeed started to think. I've begun to consider that maybe marriage is not just a status or an institution. It's a commitment, a certainty that someone will stand by you in the most difficult moments of your life."
"I understand. I used to have a lot of negative views about marriage, most of which came from my parents' story. But Evan, you're the only one who makes me feel that maybe all of this is worth trying. I want to get married, and it can only be you. It has to be you."
"It's not because I've changed my views on the institution of marriage, but because I'm certain about my feelings for you. During this time, we've been through so much together, and I've found that no matter what the situation, as long as you're there, I feel safe and happy."
After hearing this, Evan paused, seemingly digesting Michelle's words. His eyes sank deep, and the moment of silence made the air heavy.
"Michelle, hearing you say that, I am incredibly grateful and moved. I have always cherished our relationship, but that doesn't mean I am ready to embrace the institution of marriage. I still have many worries and uncertainties that I cannot easily change."
Michelle smiled slightly, but there was a hint of sadness in her smile. "I understand, Evan. I'm not asking you to make any immediate decisions. I just want you to know that for me, it's you who makes me want to enter into marriage."
Evan took a deep breath and said, "But you also know that, because of my family situation, I have an indelible shadow over the institution of marriage. Every time I think about it, it's like an insurmountable chasm. I can't let a moment of emotion lead us towards a future that I have always been afraid of."
Michelle looked at Evan, her eyes filled with tears, but she held on firmly and said, "So do you think that we can make it to the end like this?"
Evan took a breath, clearly stumped by Michelle's question. Instead of answering right away, he walked to the railing in the garden and gazed at the bustling city in the distance, where his home, his work, and the woman he deeply loved were. Then he said, "I don't know, Michelle. I really don't know."
Like this, the two of them stood in the rooftop garden, both deeply aware of how important they were to each other's lives, yet also experiencing their first real conflict due to differing values. This was a profound disagreement that they had to confront, one that could potentially change the course of their lives.
"So what do we do now?" Michelle's voice carried a hint of helplessness.
Evan finally brought his gaze back from a distance and looked at Michelle. "I need time to think, we both do."
Michelle nodded. "Okay, Evan. Whatever the final outcome may be, please remember, I love you, always have."
"I am too, Michelle. I am too."
The two of them embraced each other affectionately, but they both understood that this embrace couldn't solve the problems between them.
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