Xia Qingqian was startled. She never expected Beitang Yao to kneel in front of her, holding a ring, and speak such words to her.
"What are you doing?"
He thought she hadn't heard him clearly, so he spoke sincerely and passionately again: "I will give you a title, make you my legally recognized wife. You and the baby will be my lifelong loves. I will never deceive you again, never doubt you again, I will trust you. My heart only belongs to you and the baby. I will make you the happiest woman in the world. My shoulders are broad, my embrace is gentle, when you're tired, you can lean on me. When you're old and can't walk, I'll carry you."
His words were deeply moving, and he tightened his grip on her hand a bit more.
Even Xia Qingqian, with little self-control, cried because of his words, her nose tingling and tears forming misty pools in her eyes. She bit her lip, wanting to pull him up: "Young Master Yao, please get up, don't do this, okay?"
