He looked at her through the glass.
Even though there was a certain distance between them and the glass separated them, Qiao Chuchu could clearly see the look in Fu Ziqian's eyes: gentle and persistently fascinated.
Qiao Chuchu's heart was pounding so fast, with such an arrangement from Fu Ziqian, even a fool would know what he intended to do.
He was proposing.
He wanted to marry her.
Qiao Chuchu felt every cell in her body leaping with excitement.
This... the happiness came so suddenly.
Just moments ago in her dream, Fu Ziqian was cheating with Zhang Meiqin, but upon waking, Fu Ziqian wanted to propose to her.
Qiao Chuchu felt an inexplicable bit of panic in her heart.
But more than that, she felt excitement and joy.
She took a deep breath and pushed open the sliding glass door.
She saw a staircase stretching from the garden all the way to the side of the window, like the kind used for boarding planes, with red rose petals scattered all over it.
