Su Zhinian didn't even have a sentence prefix. He walked quickly to Song Qingchun's face, squatted down, stared at her eyes, and suddenly said, "Tingting, I love you."

In fact, I have a lot of confession to tell you.

For example: Tingting, do you know? Many years ago, I fell in love with you.

Another example: Tingting, I have looked for you for many years.

Another example: Tingting, I only want you in my life.

Not only that, I have a lot of sensational words to tell you.

For example: Sansheng had the luck to meet you and marry you in his lifetime.

Another example: The best time of my life started when I met you.

Another example: I love your name the most, and write a love poem with the rest of my life.

However, no matter whether it is a straight confession or a sour confession, I can't think of a simple "I love you" when I think about it.

Of course, there is another sentence...

Su Zhinian blinked at the stunned Song Qingchun because he suddenly thrown out these three words. There were countless passions around him, and he continued with a soft voice, slowly He said, "Tingting, let's be together."

Song Qingchun was briefly touched by Su Zhinian with countless affectionate words. Her fingertips shook gently. The glass slipped and smashed to the ground, smashing, white milk liquid. In front of her, there was a small piece flowing.

Song Qingchun didn't pay attention to the mess, and gently flashed his eyelids at Su Zhinian, and slowly climbed up with fog in his eyes.

Only by experiencing being unable to be together will we understand how beautiful we are together.

Song Qingchun raised her lips slightly and nodded at Su Zhinian without hesitation.

Yes, we are together, we can finally be together... Tears down Song Qingchun's cheeks, one by one fell down.

Looking at her tears, Su Zhinian's eyes also turned red.

He knew that tonight he had frequent failures and made many jokes.

However, people who haven't gone to **** or experienced too much despair will not understand his mood at this time.

Whether it's agitated, gaffe, or naive...in the eyes of others, maybe he was a brain-trick, but, how did they know that it was his eighteen-year-old feelings that had been forced on his heart, and there was a result...

Su Zhinian, who had finished his confession, stared deeply into Song Qingchun for a while, and suddenly he kneeled down on one knee. He happened to be kneeling on the broken glass that Song Qingchun accidentally dropped. His knee was tied. Some blood penetrated, but he seemed to feel no pain, kneeling steadily, looking at Song Qingchun's eyes, became serious and serious, he took out the old one from his pocket The ring opened slowly and delivered to Song Qingchun. The affectionate opening said, "Tingting, will you marry me?"

In fact, he could build a better and more expensive ring, but he didn't. It was the ring that first appeared in his mind at the moment when he thought of the proposal.

This ring has witnessed his sadness, his pain, and his countless nights that are difficult to sleep...

Now, this ring, which can never be delivered, is so late for so many years, and finally has to reach the owner who should have it.