I couldn't help but recall the night when I suffered an unbearable stomachache.
When I opened the door and saw her, I knew right then—she was the angel in my heart.
Even though it was strenuous to carry me on her back, she still forcefully took me to the clinic.

From that moment, I eagerly awaited our next meeting.
Later, when I saw her in a video Rachel posted online, I realized she was Rachel's roommate.
This gave me the perfect excuse. I told Rachel I wanted to visit and conveniently mentioned I had no money.
Given her penny-pinching nature, I knew she definitely wouldn't pay for me to stay in a hotel.
Just like that, I naturally stayed with Rachel and Yvette that night. I failed to hold back my temptation and kissed Yvette.
Then, I asked her to be my girlfriend. I felt elated when I saw her nod.

Yet, she later told me that I was underage, and that any relationship could lead to serious issues for her. She also mentioned she couldn't afford to support me.
I never wanted her to support me, though.
If her concern was my age, I would simply wait.
It wouldn't be long until I was officially an adult.

However, my biggest worry was that someone else might sweep her off her feet in the meantime. After all, she somehow became desperate and started going on blind dates.
Therefore, I continued to visit her from time to time.
Luckily, her high standards meant none of her dates ever impressed her.
One day, I accidentally discovered a provocative photo on my followers list. To my shock, it was Yvette.
But it wasn't her pose that caught my attention—it was the background, her home. Anger welled up inside me. Why would she post such a revealing photo in such a personal setting?
Thus, I madly reported all the suggestive contents in her account. I only felt relieved after I saw her video get taken down.
However, my actions backfired, and she blocked me, cutting off any further ability to report her content.
Thankfully, she was rather displeased after her video went viral.
Hence, I first made an excuse to visit her to grant myself an opportunity to seek the truth from her.
Only when Yvette was drunk would she spill the beans. She clearly had feelings for me. Yet, she couldn't agree to date me because she was worried about many things.
Thankfully, I was able to offer her the security she needed, and I always hoped to make her feel safe.
Eventually, I married my angel. Despite our age difference—she was 30 and I was 22 when we got married—she was the one who seemed younger at heart in our relationship.
......
Side story.
On our wedding night, as I lay in Jared's arms counting the gift cards, a thought suddenly interrupted me. I smacked my forehead, annoyed at my distraction.
I grabbed Jared's phone and started scrolling through his contacts.
'Hmm, that's strange. Why can't I find the contact?' I wondered.
"Baby, what are you doing?"
"Do you still remember the time I almost had an accident?"
I pulled away from him, setting the gift cards aside and glaring at him fiercely.
Seeing this, Jared immediately hugged me tightly. "Are you scared thinking about it? Don't worry, I'm here now. It won't happen again."
"It's your fault," I accused, thumping his chest. "It was because I saw you giving those girls your number that day. I was so angry, I stayed out late."
Jared looked bewildered momentarily. Then, realization dawned on him, and he grabbed me playfully.
"Yvette, you've wanted to date me all along, haven't you? Those girls wanted Simon's number, not mine. I can't believe you've misunderstood this whole time.
"And to think you're only now settling scores over something that happened so long ago! You really do have a short memory. It looks like I need to punish you."