Lu Xiao looked at her intently, a Chinese flag fluttering behind him, his eyes filled with an undissolvable depth of affection.
Amidst the sea of people, under the flying flag of the country he protected, he proposed to her.
Wen Xian just looked at him, her vision gradually misting over.
Her heart trembled, the emotions surfacing like ripples on the sea, growing more turbulent until they completely overwhelmed her.
Eventually, her vision blurred more and more until the mist turned into water drops that suddenly slid down.
Wen Xian's throat tightened uncomfortably, and when she spoke again, her eyes were reddened and her voice was somewhat hoarse:
"What should I do, why did you suddenly propose, I must look so ugly right now."
As she spoke, she couldn't help but press the back of her delicate white hand against her eyes from her long down-filled sleeve.
Trying to wipe away her tears.
But how could she resist, as the tears kept flowing down.
