The wind picked up, tangled their hair together, and the leaves in the distance rustled, creating a peaceful scene.
Chen Suyi turned her head to look at the twisted hair and suddenly smiled.
"We have always been married couples, and no one has ever talked about married couples." Suddenly he sat up, picked a weed, tied it up, and looked at Huang Zhou'an mysteriously, "Miss Huang, can you give me your hand?"
Although Huang Zhouan was confused, he still stretched out his hand to her. Chen Suyi took her hand and put a weed ring on her finger: "Miss Huang, I have a grudge."
"Ms. Chen, it's okay to say it."
"Marry me."
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