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After spending a month in a relationship with him, I felt myself sinking deeper and deeper; he was like a miracle cure that truly healed me.

About two to three weeks after we got together, my ex came back to me, wanting to reconcile. After blocking him on various contact methods, he even showed up at my door.

We hadn’t been together for long, and I had never brought him to my home, so I had no idea how he found my exact address.

The first thing that crossed my mind when I saw him was: protect An An.

I pulled him into the room, hugged him, and explained everything to him, then went out alone to confront my ex.

My ex hadn’t changed at all; I couldn’t remember what I had liked about him in the past aside from his appearance. He still loved interrupting me, which made me so angry that my head felt like it was going to explode. I was considering whether I should use force to throw him out.

Before I could act, An An suddenly charged out and fiercely confronted him, cleanly kicking him out.

It was probably the moment he looked back at me that I knew he was the one for me.

This was my own little An An someone I should cherish and love for a lifetime. My beloved little An An.

After that, An An also told you about everything else, proving that I was serious about loving him.

The greatest feeling I have from being with An An is comfort and security. He told you that he often annoys me, making me do this or that for him.

In reality, I might get annoyed at times, but his words have never hurt me.

When others joke around, they often pick on my flaws, but An An isn’t like that; he often mocks my strengths.

For example, he wouldn’t describe a large person as a pig, nor would he call a small, skinny person a monkey or a bamboo pole.

He also never jokes about my stutter to tease or entertain himself.

If I get into bed without washing my feet one night, he’ll say, “Did that intern from yesterday think you’re old and don’t wash your feet?”

I would feel embarrassed and go wash my feet, then come back to annoy him, making it hard for him to play on his phone, and eventually we’d end up… well, you know.

He often jokes about my smell, saying that everyone within ten miles can smell me and that even pigs would take a detour.

But he’s the one who says he’s enchanted by my scent.

You might wonder if he has a smell fetish.

There’s also a kind of comfort in being able to act cute in front of him.

Whether it’s normal or a bit more spoiled, it’s all good; he even enjoys my cuteness.

He never says, “What are you doing acting cute, you big man?”

That phrase might not carry any malice, but for someone like me who has always been criticized for being a “big guy acting cute,” it still feels a bit uncomfortable, making me reluctant to show that side of myself.

So now you understand how special and important little An An is to me!

As for the sense of security, it’s a bit abstract. I’m not someone who lacks a sense of security, but being with An An makes me genuinely feel that kind of safety—it’s especially reassuring, and I can’t really describe it.

After turning thirty, the biggest realization I have is: having a partner like this is wonderful.

To have someone who allows me to have confidence and hope as I walk alongside another lonely soul in this complex world—this is the greatest blessing in life.

To put it simply, I’m grateful for you, little An An.

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