Marry me. There is no diamond ring, no rose, no romance. This kind of proposal is completely different from what I imagined. When I was a child, I thought that only a prince in a tuxedo riding a white horse, holding a rose, kneeling down on one knee and making a promise to each other is called a proposal. But now, I nod willingly. Probably, all this was doomed seven years ago. From my 18 years old to 24 years old, from your 24 years old to 30 years old, fortunately, neither of us left, and we never thought about giving up. I thought of a passage in a book I read before. There are too many things missed in this world every day, but there are also new encounters. One moment you may be a passerby, but the next moment you are living in your life, there is no sense in it. When you feel like you can't believe it anymore, life will always give you little surprises. If possible, I hope you will meet such a person, from missing to acquaintance, from knowing each other to falling in love. All the stumblings are for the purpose of appreciating all the beauty of this world together.