A pair of five- or six-year-old children, a boy and a girl carved in pink and white, each carrying a flower basket, slowly walked toward them, scattering petals from the baskets up toward the ceiling.
Bright red petals fluttered down from above, and multicolored bubbles of unknown origin filled the restaurant, instantly making it even more romantic and cozy.
Shi Youxuan felt that something was off, since she wasn't stupid—was making such a fuss just for a meal?
Thus, she looked at Jian Yining suspiciously, "What are you up to?"
At that moment, a waiter lifted the lid of the silver platter in the middle. Instead of food, it was a deep blue jewelry box.
The jewelry box was handed to Jian Yining, who stood from his seat, holding the box in front of Shi Youxuan, "This is my gift to you, open it and see."
Shi Youxuan didn't take it, nor did she dare to look.
