Cheng Weiwan's face flushed at Han Zhifan's words and she silently buried her head in Han Zhifan's chest.
Han Zhifan's fingers found her chin. He lifted her head up and he stared into her eyes. He asked, "What? Don't want to marry me?"
Cheng Weiwan's face became even redder, but this time, she didn't hide her shyness. She softly replied, "I want to. I dream about marrying you."
Han Zhifan looked like he heard the happiest thing as a tender look appeared in his smiling eyes. He lowered his head and kissed Cheng Weiwan's forehead. Then he turned his head and his eyes turned cold so Cheng Weiwan couldn't see. "I'm not sure about next Wednesday, but if I have time, I'll definitely go."
Cheng Weiwan smiled as her head nestled into the curve of Han Zhifan's arm. Not long after, she fell asleep.
