"Twenty-eight-year-old Li Qingshen saw with his own eyes the twenty-two-year-old Ling Momo and his good brother. His ideals have not changed. He still wants to marry her as long as he lives..."
Ling Momo had never heard such a touching story in her life. It was obviously the most ordinary words, but it was so touching.
Ling Momo stood in the middle of the misty and rainy road, with tears falling down. The corners of her lips gently raised the most perfect arc, blooming the most beautiful smile.
Li Qingshen was still staring deeply at his Qingguoqingcheng. His face was also filled with a faint smile, but his voice had an indescribable tremor.
“In this life, I have walked many roads, visited many cities, made many wishes, met many people, stayed in many hotels, slept in many beds, shed many kinds of tears, and bloomed with many kinds of smiles.
But, I have only loved one person. With one heart and one mind, we will never be apart until we grow old together."
"Ling Momo, you don't know how many emotional changes I have experienced in these fourteen long years. It's not that no better girls than you have appeared in my life, but I have rejected so many.
The ambiguity is just for your uncertain future."
"I have always believed that loving someone is not that person's absolute favorite, nor is it bottomless indulgence, but trying to make a deep love longer and patiently getting along with each other day and night. I have always believed that a man loves a woman most deeply.
The manifestation is that the clear matchmaker is marrying her, putting her name next to his, juxtaposed, eternal, and never leaving her for the rest of his life."
"Love the one I marry, marry the one I love."
Such a long sentence came out slowly from Li Qingshen's mouth. He looked deeply into her eyes, and like a magic trick, suddenly there was a small one wrapped in dark red goose down in his hand.
The small gift box has noble petals outlined with golden silk threads. Just the appearance is so luxurious and delicate.
Regardless of how dirty the rain-soaked ground was, or how expensive the handmade suit he was wearing was, he knelt down slowly and affectionately.
He slowly opened the gift box, and the light of the diamond was still bright and dazzling in the middle of the night.
Ling Momo slowly moved from the diamond to Li Qingshen's face. She saw the light of expectation rolling in his eyes. He was calm and what he said was simple. She had even heard it many times, but
Still, at this moment, her heart was filled with endless waves.
He said: "Miss Lingmomo, will you marry me?"
His voice was not loud, and was so inconspicuous amid the sounds of wind and rain, but such words made her suddenly raise her hands, cover her mouth, cry and laugh, tears falling freely.
She didn't answer, so he knelt down calmly.
After a long while, she covered her mouth and managed to choke out a sound, but found that she could not speak the words clearly and just nodded randomly.
Li Qingshen gently released a hand, took her right hand, pulled it in front of him, and slowly put the ring on her finger.
Ling Momo looked at the dazzling light shining on her index finger and couldn't help crying.
Li Qingshen slowly stood up, but before he could stand still, Ling Momo suddenly threw herself into his arms, hugged him tightly, and cried loudly like a child.