#THEY GENUINELY AND OFFICIALLY—— okay I shouldn’t spoil before you guys read HAHAHA~ (ᗒᗩᗕ)

[perhaps-in-anotherdream]

[CN] Victor’s Remainder of One’s Life Date (Eng Translation)

⌚Warning⌚ This post contains detailed spoilers for a date, 余生之约 , that is yet to be released in the global server! ♡

[Translation Under The Cut]

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[T/N]: As unfortunate as it is, EN translation is inconsistent with their records. They’ve already translated the name of Victor’s “Aunt Gu” as “Auntie Alice” (Victor’s maternal aunt) in Deep Love Date. But in the following contents of Victor’s 4th birthday and CH 37 R&S – they forgot about it. But I’ll still use “Auntie Alice” here for better reminiscence. And the name of Victor’s cousin is “WenWen” in CN which they’ve translated as “Vera” in Victor’s CH 37 R&S. I don’t know what they will do in the future LOL but I’m translating her name as “Vera” for now. (・∀・)

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[Note]: The link of the video (starts at 2:12; chose this one cause better sound quality) — Here ♡

[T/N]: Do I recommend following with the video? If it’s possible for you, YES. A THOUSAND, A MILLION TIMES YES HNNNGNNNNNGNNNN

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✧ [Section 1] ✧

MC: May you live a long and happy life together. Be happy forever!

After sending our blessings to the newlyweds, Victor and I applaud while standing on the side of the flower path along with the crowd.

While the newlyweds are still coming over, I lean against Victor on the sly and shake my sore legs and feet.

Perhaps because the auspicious dates have all been concentrated lately, many of our friends and relatives are “gathering together” to hold wedding ceremonies, and we’ve been invited to participate in several of them.

Although I feel very happy to see everyone happy, but the continuous running around is indeed a bit difficult for my body to endure....

A warm support is placed on the back of my waist. The person next to me draws me closer.

Victor: Tired?

MC: A bit, but it should be over soon.

MC: Now it’s almost time for the music to start playing——

As soon as my voice drops, the sound of melodious music starts to play. Proud of myself, I look up at Victor and find that he is also clapping his hands in tune with the beats.

Victor: Then what?

MC: When they walk through the flower gate, we should sprinkle flowers.

Victor picks up a small flower basket. I hold up the petals conveniently, adding another handful to the rain of flowers filling the entire horizon.

The bride and groom walk past us. Looking at their figures from behind, I blurt out the following sequence of process again.

MC: It’s time to walk to the end of the red carpet and take photos!

Victor: You’ve actually remembered the process very well this time.

MC: Naturally. I’ve been brainwashed by attending so many sessions....

Victor: I remember someone saying in the second scene that, “The appearance of happiness looks alike for the most part.” But now you’ve grown tired of watching it?

MC: Process is process, and happiness is happiness.

MC: It’s of course very heartwarming to see the love of the lovers finding a way to come together.

After the shutter sounds several times, the photographer makes an “OK” gesture. Victor takes me by the shoulder and turns me around, casting his gaze behind me.

Victor: And now it’s time for your most favorite segment, catching the bouquet.

MC: Let me rub against your hand quickly for good luck!

I take Victor’s hand and clench it firmly before turning around and running to the queue waiting for the wedding bouquet.

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MC: I didn’t get the bouquet again this time.... even CEO Victor’s hand is not being useful for summoning luck. As a matter of fact, it’s not rational.

After the wedding, Victor and I head back to the car to rest. Thinking about the bouquet I’ve missed narrowly just now, I kick off my high-heeled shoes while prattling on.

Victor: When all is said and done, do you want to receive the blessings or do you just want to win the lottery?

MC: Can I choose to have them both?

Victor shoots me a glance with a half smile on his face. Then he reaches out to lift my fingers, and squeezes them gently.

Victor: For this kind of greedy desire, how can a couple of casual rubs be sufficient?

As he speaks, he tucks his fingers into the seams of mine naturally and diverts the subject with a light expression.

Victor: Since a certain someone is being so impatient, there’s still another opportunity.

Victor: Do you remember Auntie Alice?

With a brief pondering, I soon find this name in my memory.

MC: Yeah, we helped Uncle and Auntie Alice rehearse their wedding anniversary ceremony earlier. What’s wrong?

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[Note]: MC is referring to “Deep Love Date” ♡

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Victor: Her daughter is also getting married soon, and two invitation cards have already been sent home.

Victor: But if you feel tired, you can also decline.

MC: Such an important event, of course I’m going to be there! Perhaps, it might even help to keep the pressure off you to get married.

I raise my eyebrows at him in feigned derision. The next thing I know, a certain someone suddenly taps me on the forehead.

Victor: I was thinking that the venue they’re arranging the wedding at is pretty nice. We could have a short vacation while we’re at it.

MC: Did I hear that right? A vacation dropping from the heaven?

Victor: Consider it as a reward for your help with “keeping off the pressure to get married”.

Victor: If there isn’t any problem, start preparing your holiday equipment.

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✧ [Section 2] ✧

The venue of the wedding ceremony is located in a small warm seaside town. The warm breeze that greets us just after we leave the airport disperses greater part of the fatigue of the journey.

Driving along the side streets, one can espy the sandy shore and the seacoast at the end of the road from afar.

I heard Victor say that the wedding venue has been decided by the bride. I thought to myself— this girl must be someone who really likes romance.

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As we arrive at the hotel, I see that Auntie Alice has been waiting in the lounge long before, along with a young girl next to her. When they see us appear, they come towards us with smiles on their faces.

Auntie Alice: Vic, MC, it’s been a long time!

MC: Hello, Auntie Alice!

Victor: Auntie, we’re a bit late. It seems that everything’s all set on Vera’s side here.

Auntie Alice: You’re both busy, so it’s very good that you could be here.

Auntie Alice: Vera keeps saying that she wants to see you guys, and wanted me to make sure the invitations have definitely been sent to you.

The girl on the side comes up to me with a beaming smile on her face, takes my hand and shakes it.

Vera: You’re my sis-in-law, right? Finally, I get to see you in person!

MC: Hello, Vera.... eh?!

This title comes so very naturally to her to the extent that it takes me several seconds to react, and the temperature on my face ascends in hindsight.

MC: Umm, I’m MC. Congratulations on your wedding!

Vera: Thank you, sis-in-law!

MC: ....

Facing Vera’s enthusiastic smile, I feel somewhat at my wits’ end and subconsciously glance back at Victor.

He seems to have long since foreseen this outcome. With a somewhat helpless upward curve at the corners of his lips, he wraps his arm around my waist inadvertently and brings me back to his side.

Victor: MC is a few years younger than you, just call her by her name.

Vera: Oops. Anyway, she will be  my sister-in-law in the future!

Victor: My aunt hasn’t even said anything, and you’re already being worried about other people first.

Vera pouts and comes up to my side again, and whispers to me.

Vera: Don’t be fooled by that exaggerated expression of my cousin. He is probably secretly feeling happy.

Vera: Sis-in-law, tomorrow I’ll give you the “black box” of bouquet, so you guys will have to return earlier before my wedding reception.

As soon as the words leave her mouth, the sound of guests conversing can be heard coming from the doorway again. Auntie Alice smiles and pats Vera, gesturing towards the door.

Auntie Alice: There are a bit too many guests here at the moment. Your cousin.... they’ve travelled a long way, so let them rest for a while.

Vera: All right. MC, can you come by later and help me with inspecting my style for tomorrow?

MC: I don’t have much experience. I can only help a little....

Vera: That’s okay, it will suffice!

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Later in the day, I head towards Vera’s room to look for her. As soon as I walk in the door, I see a few girls gathered together. It should be her bridesmaids’ group.

Their figures and hairstyles are more or less alike. If it weren’t for Vera wearing a wedding gown, I almost wouldn’t have recognized her.

Vera: Sis-in-law, you’re here! Come on, come on, I’ve something interesting to tell you.

Vera hands everyone a box. I open it, only to find that there is a “wedding gown” inside, exactly the same as the one she is wearing.

The girls beside me and I freeze. We stare at each other in dismay for a moment.

MC: This is....

Vera: There will be a small game before the wedding ceremony officially begins tomorrow. These are the props.

Vera: When the moment comes, we will dress up exactly the same, put on our masks and stand together. Then we will ask my husband to find me out from among us.

Vera: How is it? Isn’t this sort of feeling of destiny super romantic!

Bridesmaid: Romance is  romantic. But what’s to be done if your husband is wrong?

Vera: It’s because I believe  he can’t  be mistaken that I dare to play this game.

Vera: So the arrangement is settled. Thank you everyone!

As I’m preparing to go back to the room with my “bridesmaid’s dress”, my phone in my pocket rings out all of a sudden. Victor’s name appears on the screen.

Victor (on the call): Do you have the room card?

I feel around in my pocket and find that I haven’t taken it along with me on my way out.

MC: I don’t.... aren’t you in the room at the moment?

Victor (on the call): Mm, after you left, the groom’s side also contacted me to lend a hand. I’m outside right now.

Victor (on the call): Why don’t you go back to Vera’s and wait for a while? I’ll be back soon.

MC: I’m coming to you!

MC: It’d be perfect as I also want to see what surprises you guys are preparing.

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✧ [Section 3] ✧

Following the location sent by Victor, I turn into a nearby small side street.

The setting sun spreads a layer of sprinkled golden splendor across the narrow streets. The small stores lined on either side of the streets are reminiscent of finding a sanctuary on the back of the passage of time, quiet and comfortably elating.

When I’m about to reach the end point of the route, I suddenly catch the sound of a melodious music drifting to my ears. I accelerate my footsteps and see Victor’s figure at the source of the sound.

It’s a modest shop, surrounded by shelves on all sides, each self filled with records and CDs.

Victor is sitting on the rug, conscientiously selecting a few vinyl records scattered around his hands.

His coat folds out with soft creases along with his movements, adding a little more leisure and casualness to him that belongs uniquely to the holidays.

It seems a bit aggrieving for a person of about six feet to be squeezed into such a small space, yet he looks just as usual, seemingly not caring about this at all.

Hearing the sound of movements at the doorway, he lifts his eyes to mine, meeting my gaze that’s been lingering on him.

Victor: [HOW DO YOU MAKE YOUR VOICE SOUND LIKE THAT AKSKSGHG]  This time you actually didn’t get lost.

MC: It was still difficult for me to not stump through this distance!

MC: But why are you in a record store? Is there something you want to prepare here?

Victor: Nope, I was just here to confirm a few things.

Victor: The reason I’m still waiting here is because a certain someone said she wanted to come over and have a look.

Victor lifts the corners of his lips slightly, gesturing towards me with the record in his hand.

Victor: Come here. Let’s satisfy your curiosity.

I sit back straight against Victor and put on the headphone he hands me.

According to him, this record store has a special service. The groom precisely requested him to come over and confirm the reservation of this service.

There’s a momentary murmur in the headphones, soon followed by a slightly clamorous ambient sound.

The sound of people chatting and cheering, the gentle clinking of glasses and plates, and the faint sound of music in the background. It sounds very much like the sound recording of a party.

I listen for a while, then open my mouth with slight hesitation.

MC: So.... this album is full of sound recordings?

Victor: Hmm, can you hear what the scenario is?

MC: It seems like a party.... wait!

My ears happen to capture the somewhat familiar words, and I suddenly realize the answer.

MC: I heard someone say “I do”. It’s a wedding!

Victor: Not truly slow-witted.

Victor: Since so many people come here to arrange their weddings, the owner of this shop thought of using sound as a memento for the newlyweds.

Victor: By collecting the live soundtracks from the scene and burning them onto a record, it easily becomes something people can preserve forever.

As I listen to the all kinds of confessions of love and vows unceasingly resounding in my ears, a sweetness floods my heart.

Whether it’s the culmination of a romance or the beginning point of a marriage, the wedding is perhaps the crowning moment of a relationship between two persons.

It must be a feeling of extraordinary happiness to keep the sentiments of this moment alive, and relive them from time to time.

MC: It seems that Vera’s fiancé is also a very thoughtful person.

MC: By the way, would you like to guess what mission Vera has assigned me with?

I take off my headphones, turn around to face Victor and lift the bag in my hand. He takes the bag and glances at it, slightly raising an eyebrow.

Victor: She wants you to be a bridesmaid?

MC: Strictly speaking, not exactly a bridesmaid. She just wants me to play a little game with her.

I briefly explain Vera’s plan. Hearing what I said, Victor sighs softly.

Victor: [sighs extremely softly]  She’s really good at finding things for other people to do.

Victor: You two.... one really dares to arrange, and the other really dares to say yes.

MC: I think it’s pretty great. Her fiancé must be very familiar with her temperament and particulars.

MC: Let’s say for a change, if you were the one standing among people of similar appearance, I’m certain that I’d recognize you immediately.

Victor looks at me, and suddenly burbles with mirth.

Victor: [laughs softly]  If you can’t even do that, then you’re truly a dummy.

MC: It seems that CEO Victor still trusts in my way of looking at things!

Victor: I’m just saying, you don’t need to prove such things to me.

Victor: Looking into a certain someone’s eyes is enough for me to accept something as true.

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First thing in the next morning, the game of “The Real or The Fake Bride” begins as planned.

We girls all line up. The very first person the groom walks up to is me, who is standing at the very edge of the line.

Groom: May I see your left hand?

I hold out my left hand, and soon hear his response.

Groom: Thank you.

He walks towards the other girls, proposing to look at each one’s left hand.

Just as I’m recalling what’s so special about Vera’s left hand, a sudden gasp emerges from the crowd.

Witnesses: Isn’t it a bit too soon to be certain? May we ask, what’s the basis of your judgement?

Groom: Vera usually plays the violin very often, and has calluses on the fingertips of her left hand.

Groom: Furthermore, she had also been wearing the engagement ring on her left middle finger earlier, leaving a slight indentation.

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[Trivia]: According to the Chinese tradition, engagement rings are worn on the middle fingers. According to the beliefs, middle finger represents “yourself”. And the wedding ring is worn on the ring finger which represents “your life partner”. Together, they become “ring fingers” and it’s impossible to separate these two fingers from each other, representing the eternal bond. ♡

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Witnesses: Well then, now please take off her mask——

I can’t help but extend my neck to look over. The groom gently unties the knot of her mask and is instantly greeted with Vera’s delighted smile.

MC: He succeeded!

My voice is instantly submerged into the cheers and roars of the crowd, the atmosphere bustling with noise and excitement all at once.

I try to untie the knot of my mask, but perhaps the hairstyle is a bit complicated, and I’m unable to succeed even after trying for a while.

Just as I’m becoming somewhat anxious, a familiar soft sigh resounds from behind me.

?? (Victor): [softest of voices]  Let me do it.

The knot at the back of my head is easily freed from its restraints. As the mask falls off, a hand catches it just in time.

I raise my head. And sure enough, I look into a pair of eyes that I’ve most wanted to see.

MC: Victor! Why did you come over all of a sudden?

Victor: There’s a dummy who’s fooling around here. I couldn’t just leave her alone, could I?

MC: But I’ve been wearing a mask the whole time. How did you know it was me?

Victor: What’s so difficult to guess about that?

Victor: A person who has a hundreds of ways to get herself in trouble, who else would it be but you?

MC: Owh, it turns out you only recognized me just now....

I deliberately switch my tone to one of some disappointment, and just as I avert my gaze, the person in front of me pinches my cheek.

Victor: [sulking 1.0]  I see that some people are becoming more and more adept in playing the game of “changing expression”.

Victor: [still sulking but 1.5]  I was able to recognize you by the way you walk and your standing posture alone, right at the moment you showed up.

Victor: [sulking 2.0]  ’Satisfied with this answer?

I glance at his slightly grudging yet earnest expression and blink, before finally raising the smile I’ve been holding back for half a day.

MC: Satisfied! I knew our CEO Victor has always had an all-seeing-mind, like the torch!

Victor: ....enough with the silly laughter cause you’re satisfied. Come on, let’s head to the church.

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[Note]: Throughout the entire church scene, MC reminisces their wedding rehearsal from “Deep Love Date”, starting from the moment Victor leads her to the end of the isle till the moment he removes her engagement ring and they put wedding rings on each other, and he says his vow. Even though the EN translation differs slightly, but Victor’s vow and the groom’s vow here is exactly the same in CN. So if you can, I will very, very, VERY HIGHLY recommend reading/revising that particular scene from “Deep Love Date” before encountering the next scene.... 🥺

Link with the timestamp: Here ♡

As I watch the bride walk down the long red carpet to the sound of the music, I can’t help but feel a twinge of mixed emotions.

With your loved ones at hand, and your beloved waiting at the end of the path — this whole journey seems to be leading to the another part of your life.

I subconsciously think of that wedding rehearsal, when Victor had also held my hand and led me through such a long path. I had stumbled along the whole journey, but I still persevered.

The bride walks to the front of the stage and her father hands her over to the groom. Just at this moment, my left hand is also wrapped in a warmth.

I turn my head to look at the man beside me. But Victor is still looking ahead, just stroking the back of my hand with his thumb.

The priest begins to recite the vows. I have no other choice but to suppress my puzzlement for the time being, and withdraw my gaze.

The cameras and recording equipment in the corners operate silently, recording this solemn moment.

The familiar phrases, the expected answers— I listen in silence, but my mind constantly keeps going back to that rehearsal, the continuous progression of this situation.

Priest: The rings will represent the binding of the vows they have made. Now, please exchange the wedding rings.

Victor: [Idk how to describe his voice AKSJSJSHSH]  ’Still remember how to do it?

Victor’s voice suddenly rings out, his tone tinged with a bit of a laughter— as though he, too, is thinking of that panic-stricken but beautiful memory.

I nod. In the next second, I feel his fingers fumbling around and squeezing the root of my middle finger.

I hold my breath, all my perceptions centralized on the finger he is holding.

Groom: With this ring, this symbol of love——

The warmth on the root of my finger slowly slides toward my fingertip, as if to temporarily pluck the past that once lingered there.

Very soon, that smear of warmth climbs to the tip of my ring finger, sliding down with a gentle and extremely cherishing touch.

It’s like.... he is putting a ring on me.

Groom: —— In the name of The Father, The Son and The Holy Spirit, I give you all of me.

That prolonged past melts into his caressing, as though it’s being branded onto the root of my finger little by little.

It’s been a really long time since I last heard these words. But even if I didn’t have the records to help me record them, the memory hasn’t faded.

As saying the vows on the stage comes to an end, the audience breaks into loud and clear applaud, the incessant clamors concealing my chaotic and pounding heartbeat.

....Until the end of the wedding ceremony, I feel somewhat dizzy.

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As we leave the venue, looking at the bouquet Vera has left for me and the “wedding gown” on my body, I suddenly wish that this moment won’t dissipate so quickly.

The slight salty sea breeze brushes lightly against the petals. I stop in my tracks, and so does the person next to me.

Victor: What’s wrong?

MC: ....I’m a bit unable to walk.

I make a random excuse. Victor studies my expression, and I don’t know if he’s realized something or not, he suddenly smiles.

Victor: The parking lot isn’t far from here.

MC: Hmm.... I don’t really want to take the car today.

Victor: Then.... you require me to carry you on my back or in my arms?

Suddenly recalling that scene when he carried me in his arms throughout the whole way during the rehearsal, I turn red in the face and hurriedly wave my hand to and fro.

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[Note]: MC is referring to the scene from “Deep Love Date” when he bridal carried her. ♡

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MC: There are too many people here, so let’s not! I was just thinking that it’s still early and wanted to walk a little slower.

Victor: [laughs softly] All right, where do you want to go?

MC: How about a visit to the sea?

Victor nods, and takes me by the hand. I follow him around a corner, and we stop in front of a row of rental bicycles.

He reads the instructions for a while, and quickly pushes one out by inserting coins.

MC: Why are you renting a bicycle?

Victor: It’s still a few kilometers from here to the beach. I don’t think you will be able to last that long in high heels.

Victor: It’s not too speedy and we will be able to rest properly along the way. The bicycle is just right.

MC: But, I may not be able to ferry you.

Victor: [sighs helplessly] ....are you a dummy?

I’m stunned for a moment, watching as Victor strides onto the bicycle with his long legs. He then turns around and pats the back seat.

Victor: This is your seat.

MC: Y-you actually can ride a bicycle?

Seeing my expression of not daring to believe, Victor gives me a speechless look.

Victor: After all this time, you still have a lot of strange impressions of me.

Victor: So, do you dare to sit?

MC: Of course I do! I’m rest assured that CEO Victor can ride a bicycle!

With that said, I very carefully lift my dress and sit down, and cautiously hold onto his waist from the side.

Who knows how long it’s been since the great CEO last rode a bicycle....

Before I can finish my silent grumbling, the bicycle has already started to move forward steadily. The person in front of me frees his one hand, pulling me in to let me hug him a little tighter.

Staring at his tall back, I cannot help repeating myself.

MC: CEO Victor is quite a steady rider.

Victor: It’s the first time I’m taking someone with me. You might still fall down if you flail about.

MC: ....shouldn’t this sort of risk warning be given at the very beginning!

Victor: Who asked a certain dummy to not have any vigilance at all?

His deep voice is tinged with notes of laughter, and blowing along with the cool and refreshing sea breeze, it reaches my ears.

Despite grumbling in a low voice, I lean on his back obediently.

The landscape slowly recedes on both sides. The end of this path leads to the coast. The entire world seems to shrink into this small path, as though it can only accommodate the two of us.

I clutch the front of his coat. Immersed in this atmosphere, I don’t say anything for a very long time.

Victor: Why are you so quiet?

MC: I just suddenly feel that this seems like we’re on our honeymoon trip.

As soon as the words are out of my mouth, I realize that something might be wrong and hastily stammer to change my tone.

MC: Ahh, no, I mean....

Victor: So this trip counts as our honeymoon?

MC: [confused] Eh?

Victor: My bride, you shouldn’t be so easily contented.

Victor: Besides, the sequence of process isn’t over yet. I suggest her to be a little more patient.

MC: You, this is cheating and it wasn’t our wedding just now....

Relying on the fact that he won’t be able to see my expression cause I’m hiding behind his back, I clear my throat in feigned calmness and divert the subject.

MC: But on that note, have you ever wondered what your ideal wedding would look like?

Victor: Except for the one next to me, I haven’t ever given any thoughts to the other specifics.

Victor: Whether the ceremony is ideal or not, it will depend on whether or not the smile on her face is silly enough.

MC: There are so many things that can make her giggle, for example Souvenir’s cake tower!

I feel that Victor seems to incline his head, his tone laced with the laughter I expected.

Victor: [laughs softly] It can be considered.

MC: And how about some slightly sweet wine so that she doesn’t get drunk easily?

Victor: [the laugh grows even softer] All right.

MC: And she also wants a super long and touching confession of love from the groom!

Victor: ....how long do you want it to be?

MC: Hmm.... it has to be at least as much as the annotations you’ve made to my proposals.

At these words, Victor’s cycling movements seem to pause for a moment. I can’t help but hide behind his back and laugh out loud.

MC: HAHAHA CEO Victor, don’t be nervous. I’m just kidding~ Actually, it doesn’t need to be complicated like that.

MC: After all, simply sitting in the back seat of your ride is enough to keep me laughing in a silly manner all afternoon.

Victor: Mm, I don’t have to look to know it’s silly.

Victor: However, in this matter, you have the right to reach for a yard after taking an inch.

The corners of my lips rise even higher, and I straighten myself up, using his shoulder as the cushion to rest my chin on.

The path ahead stretches perfectly straight. As I gaze towards the looming shoreline at the end, I recall the way Vera looked as she walked towards her groom.

After the happiness of the wedding day, what will await the newlyweds?

MC: Victor, how do you think it’d be like to spend the rest of your life with another person?

Victor: Why are you asking this?

MC: Because it’s a bit difficult to imagine....

MC: The wedding is a blissful event because it’s a new starting point.

MC: There are also many people who say that marriage is the “destination of love”. But either way, it’s just a juncture.

MC: What exactly is it the two people who accompany each other to the end experience?

Victor: Dummy. Don’t be hemmed by these so-called definitions.

I freeze for a moment, looking up from behind him.

Victor: Marriage is only a legal constraint. In reality, what you truly experience is still “life”.

Victor: The kind of person you choose to be with is the kind of life you choose for yourself.

Victor: The feelings between two persons are incapable of becoming the whole of life. But they can give people the courage to dare to face their choices.

The path ahead of us is not smooth, and the bicycle jolts slightly as well. His voice is intermittent, but I can hear every single word vividly.

A gust of see breeze blows in, and I tighten my arms around his waist, increasing my volume slightly as I ask him the question.

MC: Then you must’ve had enough courage to make your choice, am I correct?

Victor: I’ve had, indeed. I just don’t know what my chosen “the one” thinks.

The bicycle slows down slightly, and the person in my arms turns back to look at me.

Victor: If I ask you here and now, what will be your answer?

The bright sunlight warms his gaze with scorching temperature, and the sight before me sinks deeply into my eyes.

Victor: [HIS VOICE SENT ME HIGH ABOVE IN THE CLOUDS I SWEAR] MC, do you dare to marry me?

As though knowing my billowing heart, the sea breeze willfully ruffles my wedding veil, revealing to him all my bewilderment and elation.

MC: ....before I answer, I also have a question I want to ask.

MC: Victor, dare you stay by my side through all the trivial and mundane events life has to offer for the rest of your life?

The sound of the waves is already close to the ears, and we are about to reach the shore at the end of the road.

But at this moment, the only existence brimming the depths of my heart and remaining before my eyes is this man in front of me.

We stare at each other in silence for a few seconds, then voice our answers in unison.

Victor & MC: I do.

As the final syllable of the sentence drops, we lift the corners of our lips in unison.

The bicycle comes to a steady stop. Victor stands up, and cradles my cheek with one hand.

The ebb and flow of tides are in my ears, and in front of me is a pair of gradually approaching eyes, which is contained entirely with my reflection.

I also tilt my head up, taking the initiative to devote myself to this courage I have chosen. The warmth of the touch takes my breath away, as though taking away the last trace of bewilderment as well.

At the end of this path is the ocean, so what?

No matter how much worrisome wind and rain we have encountered on our journey, they failed to knock down the small boat we are in together.

And the joys and sorrows of our day-to-day life has equally failed to rust this relationship in the slightest.

At this very moment, I hear my feelings perfectly, loud and clear.

As long as I’m in the same boat with him, I’m willing to go through any kind of life.

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[Tidbits]:

In case you don’t know or haven’t noticed, the proposal scene in this date is actually a play on MC’s questions from “Doomsday Date”, where she asks him the following two questions—

It specifically completes the full-circle with the same courage of choosing to spend the rest of their lives with each other; as the life is as vast than the ocean, and you need to dare to brave the tsunamis it has to offer (っ˘̩╭╮˘̩)っ

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📞 • Calls and Moments: Here 

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[T/N]: Now, Excuse me while I’m gonna go cry in a quiet little corner as this time, it wasn’t a wedding rehearsal, it wasn’t a documentary filming or arrangements for wanting to make the other one happy. THEY OFFICIALLY AND GENUINELY PROPOSED TO EACH OTHER. NOW PG GIVE THEM THEIR OFFICIAL RINGS AS HE PLEDGED BEFORE PLEASE (ᗒᗩᗕ)

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