By the time she reached him, her fingers trembling slightly around the bouquet of roses, he lowered the microphone.
The music faded into silence.
Then, without hesitation, Qiao Jun bent down on one knee.
Yu Holea froze.
Her heart pounded wildly as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small velvet box.
The world around her blurred.
The only thing she could see was him.
Qiao Jun looked up at her, his deep voice filled with sincerity as he spoke the words that would change everything.
"Yu Holea, will you marry me?"
Yu Holea couldn't believe her ears and only looked at Qiao Jun with wide eyes.
For a moment, she couldn't distinguish between reality and a dream.
Qiao Jun… was proposing?
Her heart pounded so hard she feared he might hear it.
The soft glow of the candles, the lingering fragrance of roses, and the expectant silence in the air—it all felt surreal.
She opened her mouth, but no words came out.
