The couple did not return home immediately—they continued walking around nearby. They took a stroll by the road, stopped by the garden where Grandmother usually square-danced and sat silently on the bench. Neither of them said a word but they continued holding each other's hand—their hearts were filled with warmth and serenity.
"The proposal wasn't that romantic, was it?" Cheng Dongge finally spoke—he seemed a little defeated.
"Psh!" Qi Chengyue laughed as she laid her head on his shoulder and placed her hand on the back of his. She held his hand in hers, her soft fingers grazed the back of his hand and palm. "It was quite good, at least it was memorable—I will never forget it for the rest of my life."
