"Because I like you, I want to marry you." Lian Qingyang stared at her without blinking, just like in the dream. Up close, her eyes were so beautiful, with pitch-black pupils gleaming brightly.
"Like me?"
"You want to marry me?"
Jin Yan repeated absentmindedly, murmuring to herself, her eyes filled with deep disbelief.
"Yes." Lian Qingyang nodded confidently. He leaned forward and asked, "Will you marry me?"
"I..."
Jin Yan blurted out, but just after saying a word, she held back, swallowing the two words 'willing'. She looked defensively at Lian Qingyang, raising her hand to feel his forehead. It was winter, but his forehead was somewhat warm and had a fine layer of sweat.
"Are you having a fever? Did you go crazy?" Jin Yan looked suspiciously at Lian Qingyang. His words seemed honeyed, but usually, Lian Qingyang was rather carefree; who knows if he was just joking?
"No."
