Translator:
Lonelytree
Editor:
Millman97
Without any preamble, Su Zhinian rushed into the room and squatted down to the same level as Song Qingchun. Looking into her eyes, he said,
Tingting, I love you.
Actually I have many confessions that I could tell you.
Like…
Tingting, do you know? I’ve loved you since many years ago.
Tingting, I’ve exhausted my whole life looking for you.
Tingting, I just want to spend my life with you.
Not only that, I have many beautiful words that I can tell you.
Thank you for letting me meet you and for allowing me to marry you.
The most beautiful part of my life began after I met you.
You complete me, and my life would’ve been empty without you.
However, they only sound unnecessarily verbose and saccharine compared to the simple ‘I love you.’
Of course, that’s not all…
Song Qingchun was stunned facing the sudden proclamation from Su Zhinian. She blinked slightly. Endless emotions continued to flow out of Su Zhinian as he said in a soft and slow voice,
Tingting, let’s be together okay?
Song Qingchun was deeply touched by these two simple proclamations that contained many deep emotions. Her fingers trembled, and the glass fell from her grip. It shattered on the floor, and the milk pooled into a small puddle before her.
Song Qingchun ignored the mess and blinked twice at Su Zhinian as tears started to appear in her eyes. After experiencing so many things, they could finally be together.
Song Qingchun’s lips curved upwards, and she nodded at Su Zhinian without hesitation.
Yes, yes, let’s be together, we can finally be each other’s company…
Tears slid down Song Qingchun’s cheek, falling to the floor one after another. Staring at her tears, Su Zhinian’s eyes started to redden as well.
He knew that he had done many stupid things that night, but those who had never gone down to hell and experienced true despair would not understand his feelings.
It might have appeared juvenile, uncouth, stupid… In fact, others might have perceived him as crazy, but he didn’t care because those people wouldn’t understand his joy. The love that he had hidden in his heart for eighteen years had finally been given the chance to flourish.
Su Zhinian, who had just confessed, stared at Song Qingchun for a while before suddenly going on one knee. He knelt on the pile of broken glass. The glass pierced into his knee, but he knelt there stably as if he couldn’t feel the pain. His eyes that looked at Song Qingchun became serious and severe. He retrieved the old wedding ring from his pocket and opened the box slowly to show it Song Qingchun.
Tingting, will you marry me?
Actually, he could have bought a bigger and more expensive ring, but he didn’t. The first thing that entered his mind when he thought about the proposal was this ring, this ring that had witnessed his heartache, pain, and many sleepless night.
It had been delayed for so many years, but finally, this ring was about to return to its rightful owner.
