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That night, after the wedding guests had gone and the world finally grew quiet, Xiamen and Hong Yi stood alone in their room.
No noise. No obligations. No misunderstandings left between them.
Xiamen sat on the edge of the bed, fingers brushing the ring on her hand as if she still couldn't believe it was real.
Hong Yi walked toward her slowly.
"We really did it," he said softly.
She looked up at him, eyes warm and steady.
"We came back."
He knelt in front of her, resting his forehead against hers.
"I won't let go again," he promised.
"Not of you. Not of our family."
Xiamen smiled, tears glistening.
"I know."
That night was not rushed.
It was gentle. Familiar. Filled with the kind of closeness that only comes after surviving loss together.
When Hong Yi held her, it wasn't with fear anymore—but certainty.
And for the first time, Xiamen slept without dreaming of being left behind.
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One year later, the house was filled with crying.
Not the painful kind.
The kind that meant life had arrived.
Hong Yi stood beside the bed, stunned, afraid to breathe too loudly.
Xiamen was exhausted—but glowing.
In her arms lay a tiny baby girl, eyes barely open, fists clenched tightly as if she were already holding onto the world.
Haoyu climbed onto the bed carefully.
"She's small," he whispered.
Hong Yi leaned closer.
"She's strong," he corrected gently.
The nurse smiled.
"She looks just like her father."
It was true.
The baby had Hong Yi's sharp nose, his calm brow—even the same serious expression when she frowned.
Xiamen laughed weakly.
"She didn't even give me a chance."
Hong Yi's eyes softened as he touched his daughter's tiny hand.
"She looks like me," he said quietly.
"But I hope she has your heart."
Haoyu puffed up proudly.
"I'll protect my sister," he announced.
"Papa taught me."
Hong Yi laughed, emotion thick in his voice.
That night, as the family rested together, Hong Yi looked at Xiamen—at Haoyu curled against her side, at their daughter sleeping peacefully.
Once, he had feared love.
Now, love surrounded him.
And he knew—
This time, forever wasn't a promise.
It was already happening. 💙
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Author's Note
Thank you for staying with Hong Yi, Xiamen, and Haoyu until the very end.
This story was never just about misunderstandings or separation—it was about love that was quiet, imperfect, and afraid, yet strong enough to find its way back home. It was about the courage to face past mistakes, the patience to wait for healing, and the belief that family is not defined by time lost, but by love that chooses to stay.
If this story left a warmth in your heart, then their journey has reached its purpose.
May we all learn to speak our love before silence turns it into regret.
Thank you for reading.
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