Instantly.
Tang Si froze.
Song Yi licked her lips, her eyes fixed on the screen, listening as he remained silent.
Did he not hear what she just said?
Should... she say it again?
Her red lips pressed together, after a mont—
She softly said, "Tang Si, I said, it’s okay."
The woman’s voice was clear and soft, gentle and cool, making one feel pleasant inside.
"I heard." He replied.
Song Yi tilted her head, brows furrowed in confusion: "Then why aren’t you speaking?"
"Mm." Tang Si pondered his tone, honestly saying: "A bit afraid."
Although last ti, it had already co to that point.
But Song Yi didn’t know how nervous he was.
It felt sowhat unreal; such a good girl like her, did she end up with him?
"Afraid of what?"
Tang Si’s tone was soft: "Afraid of everything."
Afraid you’ll leave, afraid to lose you, afraid that if you leave, I really won’t be able to let go easily.
His sudden seriousness and solemnness made Song Yi’s smile fade a little.
Song Yi vaguely seed to understand what he was afraid of.
But wasn’t quite sure.
She stood up, walked to the window, looking at the scattered rain outside, the overwhelming clouds in the sky, such weather really could make people feel depressed, suffocated.
She reached out her hand, and the raindrops fell coolly into her palm, the chill penetrating straight to her heart.
Song Yi withdrew her hand, her bright eyes watching the busy street below, cars coming and going, tires rolling over the ground, splashing water.
She pressed her lips together and looked away: "The weather’s getting cold..."
"Are you at the cri squad?" Song Yi asked, "Rainy days can make people who feel good even more comfortable and smooth, watching the rain is like enjoynt, even if you’re alone watching the rain, enjoying solitude is also enjoynt."
"But it can also make people who feel bad feel even worse, and I guess... you’re feeling bad because of the case, so don’t look at the sky, okay? Look at , look at my picture."
Just like he said, when the police co later, don’t look at them, look at .
She was like a ray of warm sunshine living in his heart, her gentle voice in his ears, making Tang Si smile unconsciously, even as his deep eyes held unreadable emotions.
Really... couldn’t help but confide in her sotis.
He said lazily: "When did my little darling beco a psychological counselor?"
His voice carried a smile, a light laugh.
Song Yi couldn’t quite feel his happiness.
She thought it over, suddenly calling him: "Tang Si."
"Mm?"
"Why don’t we get married?"
As soon as she said this, Tang Si’s hand holding the phone tightened instantly.
Thump, thump—
His heart beat faster, his blood boiling and flowing in reverse, his mind instantly buzzing, a total blank.
What did she say?
Marriage?
"Although this kind of thing should be said by you to , in my plan, I want to marry you, spend a lifeti with you."
"Do you know? I have imagined many tis in my mind how you would propose to , and then I keep thinking about how I should respond to you in a way that is interesting, that shows I am happy but not too eager to get married."
As Song Yi spoke, her eyebrows and eyes unconsciously curved slightly.
She licked her red lips, paused, and said again: "But now, I feel that saying it myself will make you happy, and I want you to be happy."
"How to say it... I actually don’t know what things would make you happy, make you feel good, because since we’ve been dating, it seems like we haven’t had ti to understand personal hobbies, favorite foods or drinks, movies and such, but even so, I still want to marry you, want to have a ho with you, I feel that living with you, I would be so, so happy."
"Because in my heart, Tang Si is a god."
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