Synopsis
The night before their wedding registration, she asked him when he'd started to have feelings for her. He said he didn't remember. She asked why her. He said why not. They went back and forth — she's petty, so is he; she's afraid she's not worthy, so is he; neither of them knows what love is. He held her hand and said: when he thinks about spending the rest of his life with her, his future feels full of hope. At sixteen, their arms were inches apart over a shared desk. At twenty-six, she watched sunlight on his face in…
