"Zi Jue, take responsibility for your words. You should marry me."
Zi Jue felt that he had upped and died, if not then, he was hallucinating. Yan Qing Shan asked him to marry her.
He looked at her in confusion. All he saw was her dark brown eyes, filled with tears and a tinge of warmth. A far cry from the cold indifference he was expecting from her. Zi Jue was at a loss for words.
"Zi Jue, I... I don't know anything about love and affection. But I always stand up to my choices and decisions. And I choose to be with you. I'll never leave you in this lifetime. I can promise you that. I'm giving us a chance. I hope you will not let me regret it."
After those words were said, in Yan Qing Shan's face blossomed an enchanting smile. It took Zi Jue's breath away. Her words finally registered to his mind. He kissed every one of her fingers.
"En. You won't regret it. Thank you, Qing Shan."
