An Yue sat up and looked at Dang Yang, "I don't want to get married."
On the sixth morning...
On the seventh morning...
On the eighth morning...
On the ninth morning...
On the tenth morning...
Dang Yang's roses grew bigger day by day—eleven, ninety-nine, one hundred, two hundred, three hundred... The diamond rings grew larger day by day—one carat, two carats, three carats, four carats, five carats, six carats, seven carats, eight carats, nine carats, ten carats...
An Yue was thinking that one day, Dang Yang might propose with a bouquet of roses big enough to fill the room.
On the eleventh morning, when she opened her eyes to a sea of red.
Before Dang Yang opened his eyes, An Yue reached out, took the sparkling diamond ring from the roses, put it on her ring finger, and said weakly, "I accept your proposal."
Dang Yang: "..."
Honestly, he was a bit confused.
He was prepared to be rejected.
