Chapter 793: Chapter 793: The Most Romantic Proposal (23)
Ruby Gregory was taken aback by Steve Burton’s sudden announcent. Before she could even react, Steve, who had been standing beside her, stepped forward and knelt down on one knee in front of her.
Ruby’s eyes widened in shock, staring at Steve. Her mouth opened in surprise and she quickly reached out, trying to help him up, when she suddenly heard soone shout, “Look at the big screen on the Grand Capital Hotel…”
Ruby subconsciously raised her head and saw their childhood pictures appearing on the big screen of the Grand Capital Hotel.
At that ti, cara resolutions were not as high as they are now. When enlarged and projected onto the big screen, the picture seed slightly blurry.
In the photo, Ruby had only just learned to walk. She had two ponytails and her big eyes were wide open, her mouth spread in a goofy smile.
Steve, three years older than her, wore a little blue suit with a red bow tie. He looked like a little gentleman with a childish face, hardly lifting his eyelids to look at the cara, an attitude of disdain.
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After the two photos were displayed side by side on the big screen for nearly thirty seconds, they transford under a special effect into butterflies, twirling, dancing, and dispersing, leaving behind a photo of Ruby and Steve as children at a banquet.
As their combined image twirled into being, a beautiful and lodious prelude suddenly played in mid-air above the street.
As the picture stopped spinning and enlarged itself, Maggie Chiang’s warm and tender voice started to sing: “How much youth is left in our hands, how much longing remains, enduring so much tornt…”
Accompanying Maggie Chiang’s song, more photos of Ruby and Steve’s childhood appeared one by one.
“Occasionally, the comb we used left traces of ti; I hope your world is well…”
In the pictures, Ruby and Steve’s ages gradually increased. When a photo of Ruby’s 6th birthday candle-blowing was displayed on the big screen, a layer of mist gradually appeared, obscuring the image. On the mist, elegant and powerful words floated, written with vigor and grace.
Ruby recognized the handwriting—it was Steve’s.
“1990, you suddenly appeared in my life like an angel.”
“1991, I learned that your na is Ruby Gregory.”
“1992, you called Brother Steve for the first ti.”
“1993, you beca a part of my life.”
“1994, you were an annoying yet warm shadow that followed everywhere.”
“1995, I beca your senior in elentary school.”
As each new line appeared, the color of the previous line faded. When the line for 1995 appeared, Maggie Chiang’s song suddenly stopped and was replaced by Steve’s clear voice: “From 1991 to 1995, during that ti, we didn’t understand love, but you filled my entire childhood.”
As Steve’s words settled, the big screen suddenly went dark. Three seconds later, Maggie Chiang’s song resud and more pictures of a young Ruby and Steve appeared on the screen.
“When I think of your smile, I unintentionally reread that year’s love letters. Ti passes slowly, youth gradually fades, and we can’t return to the wonderful ti when we knew and loved each other. Those mories shine on the yellowing pages of those letters.”
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