Xia Nuan raised her eyes to meet Xicheng's bright black ones, smiling with a hint of helplessness and self-mockery.
"We can only say that we were both too proud and too foolish, which is why we ended up like this today."
In their younger days, they were too proud, so they didn't dare to confess easily, simply because they couldn't bear the taste of rejection.
It was also because of this pride that they kept missing each other over the years.
This time, Xia Nuan didn't want to miss such an opportunity again. She clasped the key in her palm and solemnly nodded.
"Gai Han, I'm willing. I'm willing to marry you."
The heart that Xicheng had hanging in midair finally settled back in place. He reached out his arms and embraced her once more.
"Sorry Xia Nuan, for making you wait so long. I... I really wish I could go back to when we first met. If I could do that, I would have stolen your key right away, opened your locker myself, and confessed to you first."
