At night, Cheng Hao walked Zou Yaru home. At the Zou Family's doorstep, in the moonlight, Cheng Hao looked at Zou Yaru and said, word by word, "Yaru, don't you want to marry me?"
His charming eyes sparkled as he gazed at her, brimming with expectation.
Zou Yaru simply couldn't bear to say no. She grabbed his hand and said, "Of course I want to marry you. But you can't go around shouting about it, we're not married yet."
Zou Yaru blushed, looking at him shyly.
"That's my fault."
The moment Cheng Hao saw the shyness on her face, he breathed a sigh of relief. As long as she didn't refuse to marry him, that was enough. He stretched out his long arms and pulled her into his embrace. He nuzzled his chin into her hair and said emotionally, "Yaru, I want to marry you; I want to spend my life with you."
"Me too."
Zou Yaru hugged his waist in response, quietly nestling in his arms, with Cheng Hao's thunderous heartbeat ringing in her ears.
