"Si Jue, will you really marry me?" Although Chen Yayan received affirmation, there was still a trace of timidity on her face, "I feel like I'm dreaming, as if when I wake up, you'll no longer be by my side."
Indeed, it really was just a dream.
Yan Sijue gave a slight smirk in his heart.
"What's all this crazy thinking?" Yet his smile remained gentle, "In a couple of days, I will announce our engagement and take you back to meet Grandpa."
Tears shimmered in Chen Yayan's eyes, and she choked up, "Si Jue, you're so good to me."
"It's what you deserve." His words were filled with mystery, but Chen Yayan had no idea.
Wasn't it the Old Man who had instructed him early on to bring a woman back?
He had always been a filial grandson, so he would naturally comply.
It's just that after being attacked and getting hooked on drugs again, Grandpa seemed remarkably calm about it, never once enquiring.
