A stream of words, three truths spoken, he wants her to be his very lifeblood;
A stream of words, each one precious, he wants her to accept his lifelong love;
He can play every ga in the world with ease, but this ga of affection, he fumbles with like a novice, becoming addicted as he slowly learns. While his clumsy handling of the matters of the heart might make him a laughingstock, he finds himself unable to quit!
His feelings for her are like aged Shaoxing wine, buried for fifteen years, llow and intoxicating. If consud heavily, it could topple cities, if lightly, it could lose souls!
Gu Shaocheng collided with Zhou Chenxing, sweeping away his well-defended fortress, capitulating willingly with no regrets or complaints.
No words could describe his shockingly unconventional confession,
This impressiveness, this dominance;
Offering her the pendant that symbolises the highest wealth of the Gu Family, telling her a love story as old as ti. The man who always appears superior and aloof in front of the crowd, at this mont is pouring out his feelings for her, wave after wave, just asking her to be his girlfriend.
Soone couldn’t help but think, if just asking her to be his girlfriend garnered such high reward, wouldn’t he offer up the entire world on both his hands when he proposes?
Who among the friends and relatives of the Gu Family could not be shocked by his actions, his words?
How could this man, who never considers anyone else, confess to... such a pure and gentle girl, in such an extraordinarily exquisite way, providing such a stunning banquet?
A man seated not far away approached Gu Shaocheng’s bodyguard to inquire: "Did your master... fall and hit his head?"
Gu Shaocheng would never do sothing this romantic, as he was mature beyond his years, never showing any semblance of his age. Although he is of the sa age, he always seed a decade older (in terms of ntality). How could such a sharp and violent man be so tender and naive towards the girl he loves?
An absolute blackness;
A clear whiteness;
A domineering strength;
A mild weakness;
Such stark contrasts collide like two shooting stars, creating a spectacular display rather than a chaotic ss. A real miracle!
The bodyguard glanced slightly, his body exuding an aura of professional solemnity.
"Yes," he affird
The man clasped his hands dramatically: "I knew it... He must have cracked his head!"
However, the won in the room, especially the unmarried girls, had already shed tears uncontrollably.
Why couldn’t the hero be one of their relatives?
If not, they would’ve fought for him, hoping to win his heart.
At this mont, they seethed with jealousy towards the girl who was his love interest.
Why? The unreachable happiness belongs only to her;
Why? The undying love belongs only to her;
Why? The eternal promises all belong exclusively to her...
Why? Such romance and tremor, like the sea breeze in Vienna, like the flower sea in Provence, dazzling the eyes, intoxicating the heart, still belongs only to her...
I do!
I do!
I would also do!
The crowd wished they could make the decision for her in their hearts.
However, the naive girl seed dumbfounded, suspecting she might have misheard.
Be his girlfriend...
Isn’t she already his girlfriend?
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