Good morning, classmates, I am Lu Qingrang.
Her voice sounded as sweet as expected, her voice was low, like a stream flowing over pebbles, warm and peaceful.
This semester I will be your Chinese teacher. Lu Qingrang spoke again, his voice still gentle, but there was an undoubted sense of certainty in his tone. She turned around and wrote her name on the blackboard.
Lu, Qing, Rang.
Qingrang, she called softly, knelt down on one knee, and took out the ring box that she had prepared for a long time from her pocket. In this place closest to heaven, I want to ask you——
Lu Qingrang opened his eyes wide in surprise, gently covered his lips with his fingers, and looked at the scene in front of him in disbelief.
Cheng Nian opened the ring box and saw a pair of simple platinum rings shining in the sun. Their initials were engraved on the inside of the ring: Will you marry me? Let me spend the rest of my life taking care of you and accompanying you, in health or sickness, in good times or bad, until the end of my life.
Tears instantly welled up in Lu Qingrang's eyes. She looked at Cheng Nian, at the pair of rings sparkling in the sunshine on the plateau, and at the holy snow-capped mountains and lakes in the distance. Time seems to stand still at this moment, and all the past flashes in my mind - those companions in the darkness, those supports on the road to recovery, those tender feelings in ordinary days...
She nodded slowly, tears sliding down her cheeks, crystal clear in the sunset: I do.
Intention: Firm love till death.