"I have always believed that all love that arrives late is Heaven's most tender gift, offered only after careful consideration."
The day Chi Xing was discharged from the hospital, a fine drizzle fell over Nancheng.
As he watched the girl approach from afar, hurrying toward him beneath her umbrella,
he suddenly raised an eyebrow, leaned down close to her,
and, with his striking lips parting and closing, said to her:
"Will you marry me?"
His casual tone made it sound like an ordinary question, like asking whether she wanted to eat or drink.
But Lu Qi's reply wasn't the refusal he'd expected. Instead, she blurted out:
"I will."
"Do you have your household registration book?"
"I do."
"Then let's go get our marriage certificate, right now!"
