Dong Zheng's first words had barely left his mouth when suddenly, from behind, came a rush of urgent shouts, along with the pitter-patter of metal scraping—sharp and grating to the ear—immediately throwing the crowd into disarray.
As everyone panicked, they all looked around in search of the source of the noise.
They saw a man far off, riding a Flying Pigeon brand bicycle that seemed to be from last century, hurtling towards them at breakneck speed. The wheels were nearly drifting, wobbling precariously as if the next moment the spokes would fly off. He must have been going over sixty miles per hour.
"Boom..."
With a crash, the iron donkey managed to charge straight into the heart-shaped ring lovingly arranged by Dong Zheng for his declaration of love. Suddenly, roses and candles scattered in all directions, and balloons popped one after another... what had been a scene of utmost romance was in the next second reduced to complete chaos.
