A trace of something flashed through Yun Ya's mind, and just as she was about to grasp it, a commotion came from the doorway, and then a crowd of people moved toward them, pushing the door open amidst the hustle and bustle.
That man, dressed in a well-tailored suit, walked in with an exuberant spirit.
His brows were like ink strokes, his eyes like bright stars, holding a bouquet of fresh flowers, striding forward, surrounded by boys and girls of his age, each with a joyful smile on their faces, a group of people crowding around him as he approached.
Yun Ya gazed at him in a daze, having lived through two lifetimes, she finally waited for this day.
Yan Song holding the bouquet walked to her, knelt on one knee, looked up at her, and handed the bouquet to her.
"My Princess, would you marry me?"
Someone beside them jested, "She is the goddess of us all, and you can't let Master Yan take the beauty so easily, we must make it tough for him..."
