Han Sen thought his brain had fried, or that something must have possessed him to make him say what he had.
He had prepared a very touching speech, but somehow, his head just said those words for no reason.
"I blame that beautiful night," Han Sen sighed.
Ji Yanran was fuming mad, and she shouted at him with a blistering rage. Still, she was yet to give her answer. She had not said yes or no. Fortunately for him, when he saw her the next day, the ring was still on her finger.
"Yanran, you said our grandfather wants to meet with me. When should I go and see him?" Han Sen said, as he inched closer to her with a smile on his face.
"You have no shame. It's still my grandfather," Ji Yanran said, with a touch of shyness coating her words.
"It's all the same. Anyway, when should we go?" Han Sen asked.
