Finally, one day, Bruce asked me if I wanted to be with him.
I was so excited that I cried with joy and nodded.
Since then, Bruce would often accompany me to the library and the cafeteria, and ask me to watch movies.
When I was sick, he would stay by my side and take care of me attentively.
He remembered our anniversaries and my birthday clearly and would prepare surprises for me.
Every Valentine's Day, he would place roses in the shape of the words "I love you" downstairs in my dormitory and sing love songs for me, which was very romantic.
I remembered all the goodness about Bruce.
Later, when he wanted to open a bar and was opposed by his family, I immediately used my savings to support him.
His parents looked down on my background and disliked me. They openly told me that they wouldn't let me spend a penny of their family and even made things difficult for me.
I accepted all of this because I loved Bruce, and he was the one I would live with.
I firmly believed that as long as we loved each other, we could solve all the problems.
Afraid that my grandmother would know about my grievances, I kept it a secret and worked hard, getting promoted and buying my car and house.