Jiang Yanshen took away the wedding ring, got off the bed, and walked around the end of the bed to her side.
Just as Lin Qingqian was curious about what he wanted to do, his tall figure suddenly sank and he knelt on one knee, instantly looking up.
Lin Qingqian was stunned and stared at him with her bright eyes.
Jiang Yanshen knelt on one knee, not even wearing his shoes. He looked up at the woman sitting on the bed with a blank expression.
"Qianqian, you know that I've never been a romantic person. Every time I want to do something to make you happy, I can't do it well, and I won't say those touching words. But at least…
Let me put on the wedding ring for you myself, okay?"
Lin Qingqian's bright eyes were misty. She pursed her lips and felt that her throat was blocked by something. She could only nod.
"Give me your hand." Seeing her silly look, Jiang Yanshen couldn't help but remind her.
