I have the best lover in the world. His name is Shen Diyu. For me, he’s willing to cook in the kitchens. I’ve secretly tasted his food, though. His tomato and pork liver soup is too fishy and raw; his Chinese yam and black chicken soup too greasy. The only thing worth eating is his wintermelon and spareribs soup, but he didn’t make that completely on his own.
That’s what my father-in-law told me later.
Father-in-law. That’s right, we got married. Our marriage certificate was done in May. His photo had his peach blossom eyes curved into a smile. Those irises were as pure as fresh-fallen mountain snow. The lilt of his lips was wearing my favorite smile. Every night, he would get insecure and ask me again and again, “Gu Jing, let’s stay together, alright?”
He really loved to act spoiled, but I was helpless against him. All I could do was smile and promise, “Alright, we’ll be together for the rest of our lives.”
That’s right, he likes to cry too. Whenever his peach blossom eyes glimmer with tears, I feel like giving him the entire world. Before I met him, I hated the sight of crying men, but now all I think about is how not to make him cry. It’s because I owe him too much. For my sake, he clashed with his father and was beaten black and blue, but still went to the kitchens to make me soup. That’s right, the fishy tomato and pork liver soup I mentioned before. Even if I lied to him and said I loved another, all he did was stare at me sadly and say he’d still look at me regardless.
Fortunately, we cleared up the misunderstanding between us later.
Fortunately, I can still make it up to him for the rest of my life.
But still, there are things he never would have expected. For example, the person I pretended to love in place of him ended up getting together with his older brother. It really left everyone happy. Moreover, his father is growing to like me too. He treats me well, almost as another son.
I’m the happiest person in the world.
At least I would be, if he was still alive on this Earth.