Liang Zixuan replied with a heavy "En", but her eyes were still half-closed.
When Han Yuanjun saw that she was clearly still in a dazed state, he looked at the candles on the floor and suddenly gritted his teeth. "F*ck this."
He placed a pillow behind her back so she could sit up. He then took out his phone, put it on a tripod, and pressed the recording mode.
Under the dim candlelight, Han Yuanjun walked to the heart that was surrounded by candles and knelt in front of her.
When he looked at her, his gaze was gentle as water and his firm face lit by candlelight, like a prince standing under the moonlight, looking at his princess with sincerity.
"Baby, life is very short, but at the same time, it's also very long. In the thirty years I haven't met you, I feel that time has passed very slowly, so slowly that I feel very lonely."
