Yao Beikun walked towards Ali with handsome strides.
Ali's heart raced a little, watching Yao Beikun intently, noticing the smile on his lips that was both righteous and mischievous, exuding irresistible charm.
"Ali, I'm here." Yao Beikun knelt on one knee, placing a bouquet of pure white roses in front of Ali.
Many people at this moment would begin with, "So-and-so, marry me."
Yao Beikun always says something unexpected.
Ali smiled at the corners of her mouth; actually, him coming was enough.
She had actually worried that Yao Beikun might have a whim and suddenly run away from the wedding, and if that happened, she'd probably become everyone's laughingstock.
She accepted the bouquet, reaching out to gently pull Yao Beikun up.
Yao Beikun stood up, bent down, and kissed Ali on the cheek.
The audience erupted into vigorous applause.
Under everyone's cheers, Ali was carried out by Yao Beikun.
