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"You really didn't say that," Lu Zhao whispered, "I wanted to propose to you."
He took out the small red velvet box from his pocket and slowly knelt on one knee in the snow.
A pretty standard proposal scene.
On a snowy New Year's Eve, the lights were dim, the forest was quiet, the snow weighed down the pine branches, and there was a fat snowman on the handrail of the railing.
Lu Zhao opened the box, revealing a dazzling sapphire ring.
He knew he was fighting a battle he had no chance of winning.
But he still stared into Xia Yu's eyes, "I know I'm not a good lover. I'm arrogant, stubborn, and prejudiced, and I can't see my own feelings clearly. I've hurt you, made you have painful memories, and made you desperate enough to marry someone else. I know your family won't accept me easily, I know you haven't forgiven me yet, and I know I'm not qualified to say all this. But I still want to ask you..."
Lu Zhao paused for a long time when he spoke here.
He looked up at Xia Yu, the lover he missed.
His Xia Yu is already 26 years old this year, and the year they met, Xia Yu was only 18 years old, as green as a slightly sour fruit on a branch, smiling at him in front of the window where the sun was shining brightly.
Time flies, and now it has been almost eight years since they met in the library.
Lu Zhao took the ring out of the velvet box, but did not put it on Xia Yu's ring finger.
He was waiting for Xia Yu to make his own choice.
He smiled at Xia Yu. His eyebrows were three-dimensional and handsome, and his gray-blue eyes held all the regrets of the past.
He whispered, "Will you marry me, Xia Yu?"
Xia Yu finally understood why Lu Zhao wanted to borrow a little luck.
Proposing is indeed a matter of luck. It doesn’t just require a little luck, but a lot of good luck.
Because he had thought about proposing and made a lot of preparations, but in the end it all ended in failure.
So he knew how difficult it was.
The mountain wind is howling.
The cake on the table was only missing a corner, it was a sweet pink color, and the candle next to it was only slightly burnt, showing the shape of a 26-year-old.
Xia Yu looked at Lu Zhao quietly, his eyes falling on Lu Zhao's face and then on the blue diamond ring.
This is a very beautiful ring, with a pure and clear blue color, like a sea of cornflowers solidified into a small stone.
"Why did you propose to me?" Xia Yu asked softly, "Didn't we agree to be just lovers?"
From the very beginning of this relationship, he and Lu Zhao had made three rules. As they spent more time together, he turned a blind eye to Lu Zhao's occasional crossing of the line, but that didn't mean that Lu Zhao could tear up the contract directly.
He looked at Lu Zhao and wanted to say something even colder, but he opened his mouth and no sound came out.
He really loved Lu Zhao wholeheartedly, otherwise he would not have wanted to propose to Lu Zhao.
Once upon a time, Lu Zhao was the brightest star in his world, and everything he did seemed to revolve around Lu Zhao.
He fantasized about his married life with Lu Zhao, their wedding, and even about the two of them growing old together.
And now, Lu Zhao really knelt in front of him and said the words he most desired when he was between 18 and 22 years old.