Translator:
Lonelytree
Editor:
Millman97
Song Qingchun knew from reading his diary that after that eventful night, Su Zhinian had gone out to buy a ring to propose to her, but she had never seen that ring in person.
At that moment, when Song Qingchun saw the rather ragged velvet box and the old-fashioned ring that sat inside, she believed that was the ring that Su Zhinian had bought for her so many years ago.
Honestly speaking, the ring’s model was outdated, and the diamond was small. The stone’s clarity was poor, and the cut was imperfect. Furthermore, the box looked worn and old because it had been Su Zhinian’s habit to take it out to look at it whenever he missed Song Qingchun.
Song Qingchun stared at the imperfect wedding ring, and even without a luxurious proposal and without an expensive ring, her heart melted into a puddle, and her tears fell uncontrollably. This ring carried his undying love for her that had survived all these years. So, in spite of its cheap price tag and its outdated model, it was the most meaningful and beautiful present she had ever received in her life.
Yes…
Song Qingchun only managed to get out one word before her voice was overtaken by choking sobs. Her hands flew to her mouth to cover the sound of crying, and they were soon wet with tears. She nodded vehemently at him and pushed her hand out excitedly at him. When he put the ring on her finger, she finished her sentence through her tears.
Of course, I’ll marry you.
…
Su Zhinian was so excited that even after the whole Song family had gone to bed, he still couldn’t rest. The man didn’t feel a bit drowsy and stared at the ceiling. He couldn’t wait for the sun to rise and then report to his company to share the good news with all his workers. Regardless, no matter how desperate he wished for it, the night still passed by slowly.
Su Zhinian turned agitatedly in bed and thought rather confusedly, When I didn’t have Song Qingchun, the night felt overly long, but now that we are together, how come it feels like the night has gotten longer?
Su Zhinian sighed as he turned his head to look at Song Qingchun, who was asleep. Her face and her features had already been carved into his heart, but as he studied her face, he realized it was not enough. He continued to study her face until there was a glow in his eyes.
He continued to look at her, and his face broke into a smile. A satisfied chuckle escaped his lips, and he immediately raised his hands to cover his lips. He looked at her silently. After confirming that he hadn’t woken her up, he sighed under his breath. Then, he leaned in closer to carefully examine her face. The more he did so, the happier he became. In fact, he couldn’t help himself from burying his face into the silk pillow to muffle the sound of his laughter.
Su Zhinian continued this crazed actions until it was 5 am. It was then that fatigue caught up to him, and he passed out.
Even in his dreams, he couldn’t help but maintain a smile on his face. Just as he was in the middle of a fabulous dream, Song Qingchun’s anxious call appeared beside his ears.
Su Zhinian? Su Zhinian?
