The man knelt down on one knee.
His back ramrod straight.
Behind him was a vast expanse of snowy light and a ground full of red roses.
Just at this moment.
The sky began to snow heavily.
The scene was almost unspeakably romantic.
Viola Thompson looked at the man in front of her, surprised. At this moment, the only sound in her ear was the beating of her heart, nothing else.
Everything else became nothingness.
In fact, even the frostiest of girls have a romantic streak engraved in their bones.
They are naturally drawn to flaming red roses.
Viola Thompson had never experienced love.
In her past life, she was always busy with various experiments, every day aside from eating and sleeping was spent doing experiments.
Since she has been given a second chance at life, she naturally didn't want to waste the beauty of love, friendship, and familial affections.
She didn't speak for a long time.
Typically calm and self-possessed, the man felt restless and uneasy at this moment.
