"Mr. He, are you like this in class too?" said Lin Wan, accepting the roses.
"There is a line in the Peony Pavilion: she didn't know when her love started, but it was deep. I don't know when I started to like you, Wanwan. Maybe it started that day at the bus stop. I am not sure about many things, but I am absolutely certain about the fact that I want to spend the rest of my life with you."
"We will have a love story like Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai, but we will not become butterflies. We will not have to face such difficulties to live happily with each other," He Yuqian said. His voice faltered.
Lin Wan's face was red. "You are such a gentleman."
Lin Wan loved reading. The books gave her love and warmth. The books enriched her heart. She felt that this was why she was worthy of such an outstanding person.
