When the final stroke was made, the applause around him was already thunderous.
Indeed, sotis true love doesn’t need any grandiose vows; all it takes is carving her na into his heart, and that alone is enough to make others green with envy, enough to make all won in this mont jealous and resentful of the owner of that na!
Moreover, that person is Gu Shaocheng, the Sect Leader of the Gu Family.
A man who sets his sights above the top;
A man who stands high and mighty, arrogant and presumptuous;
A man who, with just a wave of his hand, has all sorts of beautiful won scrambling to get close...
Such a man, who would actually put so much effort into pleasing a girl who seems so ordinary;
It’s simply unimaginable!
You see, in this world, n like him who hold both wealth and power seldom truly hold won in their hearts, even among the many successful people here, few are truly devoted.
But Gu Shaocheng has done it; his expression, his gaze, every trace of his smile naturally exudes deep love;
Truly, everyone naturally had the sa thought: This is genuinely the most fervent expression of love from Gu Shaocheng!
"It’s your turn now."
Gu Shaocheng’s arm moved slowly, his fingertips gently touching the freshly carved letters, as if caressing the woman he loves, with an intoxicating smile, he passed over the carving pen, his finger pointing to a certain bright vermillion spot on his chest: "Carve it here, etch my na—Chenxing, the final stroke must land on the brightest point of this vermilion, do you understand?"
Chenxing blinked, taking the carving pen with a slightly trembling hand.
Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, she had no stage fright and eagerly carved Gu Shaocheng’s na, stroke by stroke, like a devout believer. If Gu Shaocheng is deep in love, isn’t she just as genuine in her feelings?
All the past monts are vivid before her; having experienced so many ups and downs with him on the path of love, stumbling and fumbling, her heart now gradually houses one person—a man nad Gu Shaocheng. She wants to carve his na deeply into her heart, to keep it safe, accompany him, give him sunshine, shower him with dew, and be that brightest hope in adversity.
Sunlight shone on her face, gentle and not dazzling, casting a soft glow on her small, pink, tender face.
As she wrote, she silently recited in her heart...
Gu...
Shao...
Cheng...
OK, the great task was nearly complete, etching the final glance onto the rock at the reddest color Shaocheng had designated. Taking a deep breath, just as she was about to put the pen away, suddenly, a miracle happened...
The final stroke seed to have touched so sort of switch, drawing everyone’s attention.
It was truly incredible, that red heart started to morph, slowly... slowly... the miniature figures holding the red heart suddenly transford into a stone-made red rose in just a minute, so life-like, as if it was a real rose.
"Wow? What’s that?"
A woman exclaid in surprise!
"A diamond ring?"
"Wow! It’s a diamond ring! It really is a diamond ring!"
"A pink diamond ring!"
"This ring looks so familiar, I feel like I’ve seen it sowhere before."
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