Chapter 99 - My Love (2/2)

”You took so long—”

Xi Jian stopped a few steps from Ling Yue. He raised the stack of paper he was carrying over his chest facing Ling Yue. The first word grabbed her eye was:

[I Love You]

Ling Yue looked at the black writing and Xi Jian again and again. Xi Jian then pulled that sheet and placed it behind the others. Another paper entered her view. This time he pulled it one by one and each with writing :

[Will You]

[spend]

[the rest]

[of Ur life]

[with me?]

then the writing paper changes again.

[You love me 2, right?]

There were still many words that he wrote. This was indeed absurd. He, wearing house clothes and a bruised face, proposed to the most important person in his life like a schoolboy who just knows about love. Well, maybe kids now give priority to appearance first before expressing their love.

But he couldn't wait until his speech is smooth or until his appearance back as usual again. After Ling Yue suddenly appeared in front of him, Xi Jian felt that for a second he let Ling Yue walk out from here, he was afraid that she would run away from him. His feelings overflowed. He wanted Ling Yue to know as soon as possible.

'This frustrates me!'

Xi Jian shouted silently. He threw the rest of the paper in his hand onto the sofa and walked towards Ling Yue nervously. The woman just stared wide-eyed at him.

'Why doesn't she say anything?'

He grasped Ling Yue's hands.

”I ... love ... you” he said with difficulty.

”You ... are you proposing to me?” Ling Yue saw Xi Jian's head nod with certainty.

That man ... he didn't kneel on his knee with a diamond ring. There were no flowers or candles around. No applause or confetti shot above her head. But Ling Yue's feelings welled up. Her breath caught. Tears gathered in her eyelids.

”You love me...”

Ling Yue felt incredible relief. As if a heavy burden that had haunted her was thrown away. Xi Jian cupped Ling Yue's face and stroked it lovingly. Still muttered how he love her very much.

Ling Yue slammed her body into Xi Jian's chest and hugged him tightly. Her voice trembled. ”Thank goodness, you love me!”

Xi Jian returned her hug tighter. 'This wound is nothing if I can have you.' Xi Jian breathed in Ling Yue's soothing scent.

'My love ... My life ...'