Harry Perry's response came in the form of a physical gesture.
Right on stage at the Presidential Palace's banquet hall, in front of more than five hundred of the country's most distinguished guests, he kneeled on one knee, pulled out a velvet box from the pocket of his trousers. From it, he took out a diamond ring, then looked up at Xia Yanyan, "My answer is, Yanyan, marry me. From this day forward, let me love you, cherish you, take care of you, for eternity."
As soon as the diamond ring was shown, those present who had discerning taste recognized it.
"Isn't that the 'Sweetheart' diamond ring in Mr. Perry's hand?"
"Looks like it, I've seen this 'Sweetheart' in the museum before. It's priceless, never thought Mr. Perry could get his hands on it. Wow, Xia Yanyan is too lucky!"
"What's the 'Sweetheart' diamond ring, can someone explain?"