"I don't think that the proposal was perfunctory, it came from the bottom of my heart! I don't need sweet nothings because I can't remember them. I like words that come from the bottom of my heart, real and heartfelt." Tong Lu blushed and raised her eyes to look at him. "I'm willing to be a woman who will accompany you through the storm."
Leng Yejin's tall figure trembled a little. He stopped in his tracks and lowered his gaze. He stared at her face under the streetlight.
The cold wind blew over. The two of them stood face to face, but it could not dissipate the heat of each other.
Tong Lu scanned her surroundings and was surprised to find that the place looked rather familiar. It seemed like they had walked past this place a long time ago. It was a night after a rain, and the two of them were holding onto an umbrella.