"Happy..."

Gu Yuedong put down the flowers and pulled out a red velvet box from his jacket pocket.

He knelt on one knee.

Open the box.

Inside lies a diamond ring the size of a pigeon egg.

Cubic drills all over the United States.

Ten carats, big and shiny, almost blinding.

Gu Yuedong held up his ring, with clear black pupils, and stared at Li Yueran tightly. He was so nervous that his palms were sweaty: "Yueran, marry me, will you?"

The song stopped and the crowd quieted down.

In silence, Li Yuelan heartbeat like thunder and looked at the ring.

Well, even if he had the sincerity to buy...