She wore a sunflower hairpin in her hair, like an elf who strayed into the sea of flowers.
She had no idea that everything in front of her was a surprise prepared for her.
"Xie Zhaoheng? Why are you all here..." Her voice stopped suddenly, her eyes scanning the mountains and fields of roses, and him standing in the middle of the sea of flowers.
Xie Zhaoheng walked towards her slowly, his leather shoes crushing the dewy petals, leaving a fragrant fragrance all the way.
"You said music was your life, and I swore at that time that I would let you play your own music again.
"The moment he knelt down on one knee and opened the ring box, the setting sun penetrated the clouds and reflected thousands of rays of light on the diamond.
"These roses have heard all the sounds of your piano, and each one is saying 'I love you' for me.
It's like my heart is filled with your music.
"Xu Jia, are you willing to let me be your accompanist for the rest of your life? "
Xu Jia's tears hit the hem of her skirt, blurring out the dark traces.
She saw drops of sweat on Xie Zhaoheng's temples and remembered the desk lamp he kept on when he was checking information late at night.
Thinking of the day he escaped from his original family, he held her hand tightly.
"I do. " Before she finished speaking, Jiang Qi had gently draped the veil in her hair, and the white veil swept over the rose petals, startling a few butterflies.
When his lips gently covered hers, the sound of waves, piano and applause exploded in his ears.
Xu Jia closed her eyes
Thinking of the indifferent words of my parents, at this moment, all the haze was dispelled by the fragrance of roses.
She finally understood that the so-called salvation was when someone was willing to spend the whole spring weaving a dream for her that would never be broken.
When the sunset completely sank into the sea, an impromptu melody flowed from the white piano.
Xie Zhaoheng put the ring on her ring finger, and rose petals fell on their interlocked hands.
The light from the lighthouse in the distance swept across the sea of flowers, plating this confession with an eternal golden edge.
Purpose: Relevant to the author's life
