Yang Su was stunned for a mont, only to see a long red carpet covered with roses spreading out in the night. The scent of roses was rich, but unfortunately, she had only been focused on feeling cold earlier and didn’t notice it.
Then, she saw a person dressed in a "penguin" costu clumsily shuffle in front of her, with a "1" written on its belly. The "penguin" reached out and handed her a red rose.
Yang Su blinked, "You..."
Before she could finish her words, the "penguin" shuffled aside with its clumsy steps, making a gesture for her to continue walking forward.
Yang Su didn’t know what her mood was at that mont, sothing was filling her heart, but she couldn’t explain it.
Finally, she said "thank you" to the "penguin" and then walked toward the red carpet.
She took a few steps and discovered that the "penguin" hadn’t left. Instead, it clumsily moved its steps to follow her from behind.
Yang Su smiled at the "penguin," instinctively slowing down her pace.
Yang Su noticed that the roses were all fresh, arranged on both sides of the red carpet, with so dew drops on the petals, unbelievably beautiful.
After walking for about a minute or so, Yang Su stopped because another clumsy "penguin" appeared, with a "2" written on its belly. The "penguin" reached out and handed her a rose, just like the previous "penguin," and made a gesture for her to continue.
Then, this "penguin" also started following her from behind with its clumsy steps.
In ten minutes, Yang Su received ten roses, and ten "penguins" followed behind her.
The "penguins" didn’t say a word, just foolishly following her one by one, in nurical order, in a long line.
Yang Su found it very interesting, slling the fragrance of the roses in her hand, her mood beca beautiful as well.
The red carpet led all the way to Chen Xianyu’s office, not a particularly long stretch, but it took Yang Su thirty-two minutes, encountering thirty-two "penguins" and receiving thirty-two roses.
The thirty-second rose brought Yang Su to the front of Chen Xianyu’s office.
Just like when she t Chang Linsheng at the age of thirty-two...
The "penguins" stood orderly behind her, not speaking, adorably clumsy, while Yang Su stood at the door, suddenly a bit hesitant, or reluctant to open that door.
In the year when the flowers blood, ti was serene, she ran breathlessly to this office, and then t the person she would find hard to forget in this lifeti.
Now she is his wife, he is her husband, and in her belly is their Baobao...
All of this, to say, is like a fairy tale, and what a beautiful fairy tale it is...
The "penguin" with "1" twisted its body, walked up to her, and gestured with its chubby, soft little hand for her to open the door. Yang Su smiled, to open the door, beyond it awaits happiness.
A hand gently rested on the doorknob, at that mont, her heart was nervous, she could even hear her heart beating wildly, pounding hard...
Then, the door opened, but there was not a single person inside.
Nor was there any setup, just a room full of wind chis hanging everywhere, their delicate sounds ringing in her ears, very clear.
Beneath the wind chis hung many photographs, all of which were of her...
Yang Su wondered how Chang Linsheng had collected those photos, it seed to be all the photos from her childhood to adulthood, naturally, there were so she did not know of...
Did he secretly take them?
Yang Su’s eyes glistened, holding a bouquet of roses as she walked in, weaving through the wind chis, looking at her photos from childhood to now, all hung in this way, seemingly newly developed.
Her youthful looks, her silly looks, her queenly looks, her embarrassing looks, and her smile as radiant as flowers...
Yang Su thought they were just photos, but she never imagined that behind every photo, there were words...
She saw a single graduation photo of her wearing a bachelor’s gown, with words on the back: Would your smile be more radiant if I were there at that ti?
Yang Su pouted, thinking, well no, she really didn’t like him at that ti!
Chang Linsheng was truly narcissistic, hm!
She looked at another photo, of little Bai Ri, being held in her mother’s arms, in black and white, with a hat, looking adorable.
The words on the back were: If I were there at that ti, I would definitely say, whose child is this, so cute!
How many tis have I said not to say cute, this person has no mory!
Another photo, where she looked no more than twelve or thirteen, she even slightly forgot when the photo was taken, sitting on a small stool, holding a small yellow chrysanthemum in her hand, dazed.
He said—If I were there at that ti, I would remind you that your expression is very silly!
Another photo, she was wearing a bright red down jacket, with a hat and mask, entirely wrapping herself like a ball, only a pair of dark eyes exposed.
He said—If I were there at that ti, I would gently hold you, then you wouldn’t be so afraid of the cold!
Yang Su pressed her lips, not knowing what to say, her eyes shimring with a moist sheen...
Another photo, in which Yang Su was wearing a white dress, standing sideways there, smiling at soone.
Yang Su was stunned for a mont because this was at Nanxi’s wedding, where she was a bridesmaid; he took this photo? When?
Yang Su turned to the back of the photo and saw Chang Linsheng had written: I was there, but you were so beautiful that I dared not approach.
Yang Su’s eyes shimred again, another photo, she was asleep, lying sideways, her expression peaceful.
He said—When I was there, seeing you like this, it felt so unreal.
Another photo, taken last ti she and Chang Linsheng built snown together, with two snown behind her and Chang Linsheng in the photo, looking clumsy and cute, yet warm-hearted.
He said—When I was there, just by your side. At that mont, I believed we could go a long way.
Yang Su pressed her lips, her eyes even more moist, her heart feeling wet as if it were filled with warm water.
So many photos were hanging around, dazzling her, and behind every photo, there were his words ant for her.
In the monts he was there or absent, he seed to have experienced her entire twenty-three-year life, as if he had always accompanied her through her twenty-three years!
Yang Su’s tears couldn’t stop flowing. She turned her head towards the door, just about to ask those "penguins," where’s Chang Linsheng?
Unexpectedly, those "penguins" one by one walked in, making the wind chis in the room jingle amidst their intrusion.
Then they stood in a circle, end to end, around Yang Su, with the "penguin" marked "1" standing in the center.
Then, under the central "penguin’s" command, the "penguins" began dancing around, the background music subtly familiar to her, yet she couldn’t instantly recall what it was.
Once the song ended, the "penguins" halted, then under the command of the central "penguin," those "penguins" around the circle imdiately tore off the numbers on their bellies.
Then, a line of words appeared before her: Thank fate for letting encounter soone as wonderful as you, I love you, Susu, will you marry ?—Chang Linsheng
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Chang Su is almost over, just a few days left, remaining are two short stories [Gui Xi VS Guan La] and [Han Shaojing VS Xie Xin], each around 20,000 words. By the end of the month, Love Proposal will officially conclude.
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