Her eyes were clearly filled with anger, yet I could also sense a hint of nostalgia and tenderness. When she snapped, "Starting over again? You've gotta be kidding!", a slight hesitation lingered at the end of her voice. We didn't bring up reconciliation until quite some time had passed. After the tense, argumentative atmosphere began to wear us out, she quietly murmured, "I'll let you come home," and opened the door. In the quiet room, when I honestly said, "I'm sorry. I want to try again," her expression 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 past grievances and confusion. As long as time allowed, our private moment flowed slowly, just the two of us. Her smile and warmth were just like they used to be—like our hearts had reconnected. No matter what, I absolutely love her for still letting me creampie her.