She looked angry, yet there was a hint of nostalgia in her expression. "Starting over again? You've gotta be kidding!" she snapped, but her voice carried a trace of hesitation. We'd been going back and forth like this for a while, tired from all the arguments. Then, quietly, she murmured, "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 face gradually softened. Her eyes seemed to sparkle. In the silence, her hand gently touched mine. At that moment, it felt as if the warmth of the past had returned to my heart. No words were needed. We held each other tightly, leaning close, trying to forget all the lingering regrets. As long as time allowed, our time together flowed slowly, just the two of us. Her smile, her warmth—everything felt just like before, as if our hearts had reconnected. No matter what, she still let me creampie her, and that's why I love her so much.