"Don’t worry, it’s just us here. You two just answer freely. Once we step out of this door, we promise not to mention it to anyone else," Sang Youyou said.
"That’s right!" The others joined in teasingly.
Shen Zhaozhao glanced at Sheng Chuyi. "We used to play together a lot when we were little."
Shen Zhaozhao didn’t know how to answer that question, and finally, it was Sheng Chuyi who smiled and said, "She used to kiss me a lot when she was in kindergarten."
"Wow!" The room burst into teasing cheers instantly.
"Look at you, Shen Zhaozhao, I didn’t expect you to be so forward."
There went her reputation!
Sang Youyou smirked, "Childhood doesn’t count. Let’s talk about when you grew up. When was your first kiss?"
All eyes turned to Sheng Chuyi, who had written on his card: "The summer of eighth grade."
While Shen Zhaozhao’s card read: "Junior year of high school."
"Wow, you two have different answers. What’s the story here?" Sang Youyou got very excited.
Even Shen Zhaozhao looked at Sheng Chuyi in surprise upon seeing the answers.
In the summer of eighth grade, he had already moved away, hadn’t he? When did they ever kiss?
Sheng Chuyi looked back at her, smiling, "The night before I moved in eighth grade, I did visit your room. You were asleep, so you didn’t know."
Shen Zhaozhao thought of the gift by her bedside, which she had always thought he had left in her room that morning. It turned out it was actually the night before.
But how did he get into her room in the middle of the night?
Suddenly, Shen Zhaozhao thought of a possibility, her eyes widening as she stared at him: "Did you climb through the window?"
"Mm-hmm!" Sheng Chuyi smiled and responded affirmatively.
Although the others didn’t grasp the specifics of their mysterious exchange, they teased, "So, you’ve liked our Zhaozhao since middle school?"
Amid the curious and teasing gazes of the crowd, Sheng Chuyi looked tenderly at Shen Zhaozhao and said, "Yes! From very, very early on, I’ve always liked her a lot."
"How long ago?" someone in the crowd loudly asked.
Sheng Chuyi smiled slightly, "Probably from the time she said she wanted to be my little wife, she has lived in my heart."
The room roared even louder.
Satisfied with his answer, Sang Youyou decided not to trouble him further: "Last question, the bride doesn’t need to answer, just the groom. Please give ten reasons why you want to marry our bride."
"There aren’t ten reasons," Sheng Chuyi looked at Shen Zhaozhao and said, "I want to marry you for just one reason—because I love you, and only you. Since birth, we have been together. From childhood, we have shared every birthday. Every significant moment in my life involves you, and all my memories are about you. You have become an indispensable part of my life. I hope that in the next ten, twenty, thirty, fifty, seventy years... it’s still you by my side, and we can still celebrate our birthdays together."
At that moment, Shen Zhaozhao felt a tingling in her nose, both joyous and indescribable, and even the others were touched.
It seemed they believed in love again.
Eventually, it was Sang Youyou’s loud voice that reignited the atmosphere: "Alright, alright, you’ve passed. Let our handsome groom sweep our beautiful bride off her feet now!"
The room grew lively once again.