She seemed angry, yet there was also a sense of nostalgia and tenderness in her expression. "Starting over again? You've gotta be kidding!" she snapped, though a hint of hesitation lingered in her voice. We didn't talk about getting back together until some time had passed. After a tense, argument-like conversation, she quietly whispered, "I haven't forgiven you yet," and opened the door. In the quiet room, when I honestly confessed, "I'm sorry. I really want to try again," her expression gradually softened. Her eyes seemed to sparkle. In the silence, her hand gently touched mine. At that moment, a warm feeling, just like before, returned to my heart. Words weren't necessary—we held each other tightly, letting go of past grievances and confusion, as our time together slowly resumed. Her smile, her warmth—it all felt just like old times, as if our hearts had reconnected. No matter what, I truly love her for letting me creampie her again.