It was the first time Jiang Yumiao had seen Ning Chunchi cry.
He had always found it hard to associate Ning Chunchi with the word "tears."
Ning Chunchi never cried. That was what everyone thought.
At the proposal, and so many times before it, Jiang Yumiao had cried his heart out, and Ning Chunchi had always been the one comforting him.
But now, Ning Chunchi was shedding tears before him at their wedding.
An impulse flared in Jiang Yumiao's heart. At that moment, all his prepared vows went straight out of his head.
He followed his heart and said, "Gege... Chunchi, I want to say the same thing. Thank you for choosing me so unwaveringly."
"In the past, I always thought fate hated me. I lost the family who loved me, had hardly any friends, and wasn't very good with words..." Jiang Yumiao gave a bitter smile. "I always believed no one would ever like me."
Ning Chunchi briefly closed his eyes and shook his head slightly at those words.
Little Grape was so wonderful. How could no one like him?
He adored him so much that he wished he could cling to him and pamper him every day. One lifetime wasn't enough; he wanted lifetime after lifetime.
"But after meeting you, I found friends and a warm home, and began to see the beauty in this world. Gege, you chose me time and again, and made me confident and brave. You said I barged into your world, but you opened your heart to me, too. Otherwise, I could never have squeezed my way in."
With tears in his eyes, Jiang Yumiao took a step forward as he spoke and raised a hand to wipe away the lingering tear tracks on Ning Chunchi's face.
"Only by your side did I