Chapter 895
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Su Zhinian rushed to stand before Song Qingchun, squatted down, and looked her in the eyes. Suddenly, he said, "Tingting, I love you."
Actually, I have many confessions that I can tell you.
For example, Tingting, do you know? I've fallen in love with you since many years ago.
Tingting, I've searched for you for many years.
Tingting, I've only ever wanted you in my life.
Not only that, I have many more sentimental things that I can tell you.
For example, I've been lucky enough to meet you in three lifetimes and marry you in one lifetime.
Another example: The best time of my life was when I met you.
I love your name more than anything else, and I'll use the rest of my life to write a love poem.
However, be it a straightforward confession or an emotional one, no matter how I think about it, it can't compare to a simple 'I love you'.
Of course, there's one more thing …
Su Zhinian blinked at Song Qingchun, who was stunned by his sudden words. Endless emotions swirled around him, and he continued in a soft and gentle voice, "Tingting, let's be together."
Song Qingchun was deeply touched by Su Zhinian's two simple sentences that were filled with so much emotion. Her fingers trembled, and the glass slipped out of her hand. It shattered into pieces, and the milky white liquid formed a small pool before her.
Song Qingchun ignored the mess on the floor and blinked twice at Su Zhinian. Her eyes started to mist up.
Only those who have been unable to be together will understand how beautiful it is for us to be together.
Song Qingchun's lips curved into a smile, and she nodded at Su Zhinian without hesitation.
Yes, we're together, we can finally be together … Tears slid down Song Qingchun's cheeks, and they fell one by one.
Looking at her tears, Su Zhinian's eyes started to redden as well.
He knew that he had made a lot of jokes that night due to his frequent breakdowns.
However, those who had not been to hell and had not experienced the depths of despair would not understand how he felt then.
Whether it was agitation, loss of composure, or childishness … In the eyes of others, perhaps he was out of his mind. But how could they know that the feelings he had suppressed in his heart for a full 18 years had finally come to fruition …
Su Zhinian, who had just finished his confession, stared at Song Qingchun for a while before suddenly kneeling down on one knee. He was kneeling on the broken glass that Song Qingchun had accidentally dropped. His knees were bleeding from the broken glass, but he did not seem to feel the pain. His eyes that looked at Song Qingchun turned serious and serious. He took out the old ring from his pocket, opened it slowly, and passed it to Song Qingchun. He said affectionately, "Tingting, will you marry me?"
In fact, he could have made a better and more expensive ring, but he didn't. The moment he thought of proposing, the first thing that came to his mind was this ring.
This ring had borne witness to his sorrow, his pain, and the many sleepless nights.
Now, after so many years of delay, this ring that he had been unable to give away was finally going to its rightful owner.
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