He remained calm, so Jane McCain also remained calm.
Following him onto the elevator, the elevator was similarly covered with petals... Upon reaching her floor, the path of petals extended out to her doorstep.
No matter how foolish Jane might have seed, she understood everything clearly at this mont.
She opened the door and walked inside; the room was pitch black. Allen Rivera turned on the lights—
The table was set with a sumptuous dinner, but unfortunately, it was already cold and inedible; candelabras held congealed wax drips, burnt-out wicks, and the faint scent of fragrance lingering in the air; at the center of the table was a large puddle of water, with a piece of ice lted beyond recognition.
Allen Rivera picked up a ring from the puddle, walked over to Jane McCain.
"Sorry, miscalculations..." Allen took her hand and put the ring on her finger, "Anyway... let’s get married. Will you marry ?"
Jane McCain lowered her head, staring dazedly at the ring.
With extensive knowledge about jewelry, whether it’s the choice of materials, design styles, craftsmanship of the setting, or the quality of the gemstones, she could talk endlessly.
But the ring before her eyes... her mind searched completely and could only find one word to describe it: beautiful.
If she were to add another word, it would be: love it.
His gift, a beautiful ring, I love it.
As she continued to look, her eyes unknowingly beca warm and sore; tears fell, mixing her sentints of happiness and sadness.
"Why are you crying?" Allen wiped her tears.
Jane opened her lips hesitantly, "I’m sorry..."
She ssed it up...
She was supposed to have an incredibly romantic, incredibly wonderful proposal ceremony, but now it’s all ruined, and her feelings can’t be described rely as regret.
Allen had hinted several tis for her to quickly return ho, yet she completely missed the signals.
"No tears allowed." Allen lifted her chin, looking at her aggrieved appearance, he couldn’t help but laugh, "What’s there to cry about? Except for in bed, no other ti is crying allowed."
Jane gazed at him through tearful eyes; her tears flowed even more fiercely, "I’m already like this, and you’re still bullying !"
She suddenly hugged his neck, mischievously wiping all her tears on his clothes!
In an instant, her body was lifted; Jane couldn’t help but shriek in surprise, as Allen picked her up and held her over his shoulder.
"What are you doing?!"
"Didn’t I just say? Crying is only allowed in bed."
"I’m not crying anymore, I’m not crying. Please put down, alright?"
"But right now, I actually kind of want you to cry."
"..."
...
When Allen was young, he was spoiled when it ca to food. No matter how much he liked a dish, he would grow bored after a few bites.
But having been taught from a young age not to waste food, even when he was sick of it and didn’t want to eat anymore, he would still force himself to eat.
His grandfather saw him frowning in deep distress and asked him what was wrong.
He said: I’ve grown tired of these dishes. Why is it that no matter how delicious the food is, if you eat it too many tis, you’ll get tired of it?
His grandfather told him that everyone has a dish they never get tired of eating. It might not be the tastiest nor the most expensive, but it’s sothing that can be savored for a long ti. Perhaps one day, he might taste its flavor.
A dish to eat for life, a hobby to love for life, a person to accompany for life.
The story of Jane McCain and Allen Rivera ends here.
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