Unlike Cheng Weiwan, who got shy easily, Lin Na was always outgoing and bubbly. Lin Na finished listening to what he had to say and bluntly replied, "Yes, I really want to marry you, Zhifan. But you aren't willing to marry me."
Han Zhifan couldn't help but tighten his grip on his phone.
He didn't reply for a long time. "Zhifan?" cried Lin Na.
Han Zhifan heard Lin Na's voice but still didn't respond.
After a while, he gulped hard and shut his eyes. Then with a clear voice, he said, "I'll marry you."
"What?" Over the phone, Lin Na must've clearly heard what he said, but she didn't dare to believe it.
After hesitantly asking him this, she didn't wait for him to say anything more and added, "Zhifan, what did you say?"
"I said..." Han Zhifan paused for a moment then moved his lips. "...I'll marry you."
This time, Han Zhifan didn't wait for Lin Na to speak up again and continued, "Let's get married, Lin Na. The sooner the better."
