He paused for a moment and said again, "I heard from my parents that you plan to propose to Yangyang."
Jiang Yanzhou's lips curled ever-so-slightly, and an inconspicuous smile emerged. "Yes, I plan to propose at the end of the year."
Lu Mingyu glanced at the ring on his left hand, remained silent for a moment, and said, "That's your business, but Yangyang is still young and not in a hurry to get married."
Jiang Yanzhou looked outside, his eyes filled with tenderness, "I know."
The note that was initially nestled amid the flowers had slid below the vase, and the bouquet, which was missing three flowers, still rested on the edge of the coffee table.
On the card was elegant and resolute handwriting: "You are the only one who makes my heart skip a beat."
Lu Yang slumped on the sofa, casually playing with her phone.
They brought the meal to the dining table and asked her to wash her hands and get ready to eat.
