On a stage made of flowers, Wen Yang knelt on one knee, holding a rose in his hand, gently taking Ning Chu’s hand.
She lowered her head, shyly wanting to turn away, but her gaze still landed on his sincere and loving face.
“I…”
The cheering voices of friends and family rang out from below, with Zhang Shaoqing’s loud shout of “Kiss her!” echoing particularly loudly.
She bit her lower lip, her excited emotions building in her chest, struggling to hold back, wanting to spill out.
Just as she nodded and was about to speak, she suddenly froze, reaching up to touch her rough face.
Why am I a man?
