It was early in the morning on the first day of the lunar year. It snowed the night before and standing on the lawn, the wind felt like blades on the cheeks.
The snow on the lawn had melted, but the mud had frozen up. It made one shudder just to think of the freezing sensation of kneeling on the ground.
Looking at the man, who had gone down on one knee, Xia Ning shifted her gaze to the diamond ring in the box he was holding. She recognized that diamond. The stone alone was worth hundreds of millions. It was proof enough of his sincerity.
If she was given a diamond ring like this five years ago, she would probably die from joy.
However, she had witnessed life and death and seen through love during those five years. Only then did she realize that things like this were mere worldly possessions. A marriage proposal was no more than a ritual and the so-called romance was nothing compared to the cruel reality.
