Yang Yushi didn't get up, she just stared blankly at Song Xiaodong. At this moment, a sudden indescribable sense of happiness filled her heart.
Previously, she had always been somewhat dismissive of romance films, but suddenly she remembered a vague scene where a man said he would ride on a rainbow cloud to marry a woman, and that woman had always been longing for this scene to happen.
Now she had that dreamlike feeling; Song Xiaodong was just like that Sun Wukong. Even though he didn't have the rainbow cloud, he came to pick her up as promised.
"Yushi, what's wrong?" Song Xiaodong squatted down.
Yang Yushi suddenly stretched out her arms and said, "I'm waiting for you to pick me up."
Song Xiaodong was momentarily stunned, looked at Yang Yushi, then flashed a brilliant smile, extended his arms, took hold of Yang Yushi's hands, and with a slight effort, lifted Yang Yushi into his embrace.
