The sea breeze gently caressed Rourou's ear as the afterglow of the setting sun draped over the two figures, one standing, one kneeling, like a dream, like an illusion.
Teardrops glistened at the corners of Mu Zixuan's eyes, slowly spilling over to leave a clear trail on her cheeks.
She had imagined Pei Mojing proposing to her, but she never expected it to come so suddenly, so unexpectedly that she was caught off guard.
Their love might not have been as earth-shattering as Yaoyao's and Xiaoxiao's, yet this warm, spring-like affection had already been deeply etched into her heart, indelible.
"Marry him..."
"Marry him..."
"Marry him..."
Suddenly, a large crowd surged around them, rhythmically clapping and chanting, smiles on their faces, particularly among the women, whose eyes were filled with envy.
Pei Mojing felt nervous inside, he knew that Mu Zixuan loved him, but he dared not guarantee that she would accept his proposal one hundred percent.
