Without any warning, he took a step forward, and knelt down on one knee.
The red rose in his hand, lifted up to her face. Behind the gorgeous flower, his handsomely emotional face appeared, even more striking against the backdrop of the rose.
"Ying'er, I love you! Please, marry me!"
His voice was not loud, but it fell into Zhu Qianying's ears amid a silence, as if his was the only word she could hear at that moment.
And she clearly remembered, it was the same man in front of her who once proposed to her in the garden of the Yan Family, staged as though he was a duck being pushed onto a shelf.
"Didn't you already... propose?"
She was looking at him calmly and softly asked.
Even though he was unwilling back then, possibly even impatient, there was no love when he proposed.
But nevertheless, he did propose.
Afterward, they smoothly got their marriage certificate and have been holding onto it ever since!
