It was not one painting, but many, many paintings, forming a large picture scroll, and those paintings were not what she looked like today.
In those paintings, there is a girl wearing a T-shirt and jeans, looking excited and excited when facing a man with a gentle appearance and a cold expression.
There was a woman, wearing a suit, with a drunken face, and she looked like she was supporting a man in his arms.
There were two people hugging each other, sitting in a small box.
There was even a man standing in the rain holding an umbrella, staring at a lone lamp in the window.
Scene after scene, they are all scenes of Huo Ziming and all her memories.
...he...is really...
Jasmine felt as excited as a rising tide. She hugged those scrolls and rushed to the square again!
At this moment, it is already midnight and the square is deserted. Where can I see the wandering painter?
he left?
He doesn't want to... wait for her any longer?
Jasmine held the scroll and sat by the fountain square, crying non-stop.
Suddenly a voice came from behind: "If you cry here, the fountain won't appear. You have to throw a coin."
Jasmine turned her head and saw the man wearing a mask and a windbreaker, still looking a little impatient, slowly walking towards her.
Jasmine wiped her tears and said calmly: "Even if you drop a coin, will the fountain definitely appear?"
"Of course, if you don't believe it, I'll vote."
"Where did you get the coins?"
"Didn't you give me ten pounds today? Ten pounds can be exchanged for a lot of coins."
The man slowly walked towards the fountain.
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He took a handful of coins from his pocket and threw it into the fountain.
The first coin didn't hit, and the second coin didn't hit either.
Jasmine pouted.
"Look at you, the target is so smelly, let me shoot it."
"Okay, you vote."
The man opened his palms, and the shiny things on his palms were coins.
Jasmine grabbed a coin and threw it into the fountain. She didn't use much force, but the fountain in the darkness suddenly emitted a bright light, and the entire square suddenly lit up.
Beautiful fountains rushed up and spread out in all directions!
Splashing countless romantic water!
Romantic music flows around, and the fragrance of rose petals is carried in the wind.
At this moment, Jasmine suddenly noticed that in addition to coins, there was something bright on the man's palm.
That is……
Jasmine looked down and realized that it was actually a ring.
Yes, this wandering painter wearing a mask is Huo Ziming...
Ever since Jasmine left City A, he finally felt that this woman was the only person he could not abandon, so he temporarily put aside his company affairs and flew to London. He hoped that he could accompany her.
So he opened a small new company in London and usually dealt with the company's affairs. But every day when Jasmine went to work and after get off work, he would go to this square, put on a mask, and want to paint her.
But she never let him draw...
Huo Ziming said quietly: "If a coin can make the fountain shine, then this ring may produce greater magic."
Jasmine was caught off guard and shed tears: "Ziming, you."
Huo Ziming stretched out his hand, covered Jasmine's mouth, and said softly: "Su Mo, marry me."
"But, but..."
"No, I know you had your own reasons for running away from me and coming to London. I don't want to pursue it. I just want to know if you are willing to marry me."
At this moment, fireworks suddenly flashed in the sky. In the fireworks, Jasmine gave up all her guard.
Slowly, she nodded.
This chapter has been completed!