Love and indifference? Night and day.
In my past life, I loved Steven, so I was the one who took the initiative. I was the one who bought our wedding rings; Steven never even bought one for me.
Horace loves me, so he is the one taking the initiative. But he does it so much better than I ever did. I know what it's like to love someone that deeply, so I understand how incredibly difficult it is to go to such lengths.
I gazed into Horace's eyes, my own filled with tears.
"Yes."
Horace stared at me, his eyes growing even more tender, a smile never leaving his lips. He pulled me into an embrace, gently stroking my head.
I could hear his heart pounding wildly. Perhaps if I had agreed sooner, he might have wanted to kiss me.
And I wasn't the only one moved by Horace's actions.
My grandfather had been skeptical of Horace, thinking that things were moving too quickly and that getting married without a proper period of adjustment was reckless. But now, for once, he was silent.
Ryan's handsome face was full of emotion. He couldn't help but say, "Horace, you're amazing! After everything, you still love Zephyra. It's so beautiful, like something out of a fairy tale. You've got my vote!"
My grandfather was also somewhat moved, but with his life experience, his mind remained rational.
He said that marriage is complicated and that fleeting emotions can't sustain it for long. The foundation of marriage, he said, is love and material security, and you can't have one without the other.
He agreed to let Horace and me get engaged first. If we still got along well after the engagement, then we could get married.
My grandfather's agreement was already a huge concession, but as I thought about it, I realized how hard it had been for Horace and me to get to this point. We didn't need an engagement; we should just get married.
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