Yan Gui was still standing at the door and looking up at him. The man's words exploded in her ears, and her heart was boiling.

The scene in front of me almost completely coincides with four years ago.

The same was true for that person. He came from thousands of miles away, with a gentle tone, staring at her with light eyes, and saying to her, "Happy birthday."

Gu Jing didn't urge her, so he patiently let her look at him.

The back of the person in Yan Jing's mind overlapped with the person in front of him like a slide show, and her eyes were fixed on the man's eyes.

I haven't noticed before that his eyes are so similar to that person.

The ends of the eyes are slightly raised, narrow and evil.

However, one is cold as ice cellar. Even if the man in front of him hides the oppressive momentum in front of him, she can still feel the prestige from the inside out of the man.

The other is the scorching sun.

Yan Jing's gaze gradually moved downward.

Not only her eyes, but also her nose, mouth, and even the contours of her face were so similar.

"Come in." Yan Jing barely suppressed the emotions in her eyes, turned her head and refused to look at him.

The door was closed.

——

"Hello, Mr. Luo Yu." The waitress spoke French and made a welcome gesture to welcome Luo Yu into the store.

"Hello, I'll get the necklace I made last time."

"Okay." The waiter took out the exquisitely packaged gift box, looked at Luo Yu's unconcealed happiness, and couldn't help but say a few more words:

"This necklace symbolizes secret lovers and eternal love. I wish you a smooth confession!"

"Thanks."

Luo Fei watched him come over, forced a smile, trying to make himself look no different from usual, and made a cheerful gesture to him: "I wish you a successful confession later!"

"Yeah! Thank you."

Luo Yu didn't notice Luo Fei's dim eyes at all.

——

"Gongbao," Gu Jing looked at her back and noticed her feeling a little depressed.

"Hmm?" Yan Jing looked back at him and stood there.

Only then did he realize that he was holding a bouquet of beautiful roses in his hand.

There is also a suitcase at your feet.

He walked towards her.

The shiny leather shoes made a slight sound on the floor, but they were like drum beats, hitting Yan Jing's heart step by step.

One step, two steps...

He stood in front of her.

Her deep black eyes looked at her steadily.

Gu Jing kept his smile away, looked serious, and his eyebrows were full of seriousness.

"Miss Yan Jiang,"

"I like you."

"Can you be my girlfriend?"

The rose in his hand was handed to her chest by him.

Even if he is wearing an expensive custom suit, even if he is a big boss in the shopping mall, even if he is the son of a genius in everyone's heart since he was a child.

But, he never learned how to like someone.

Yan Jing is the only one and the last one in his life.

He wanted her.

He wants to be sincere in exchange for sincerity.

The man in front of him clumsyly holding the rose, clumsyly speaking a simple and direct confession, clumsyly enduring her silence.

There is no romantic candlelight, no music that creates atmosphere, only a bunch of simple roses and a heart.

The room was so quiet that it was unreasonably quiet.

But Gu Jing didn't even dare to let out another breath.

He then regretted that his words were too straightforward. Should he be more tactful?

"Miss Yan, I..."

He put the rose in his hand forward and said, "I, no, today is the Chinese Valentine's Day."

"Why do you help me realize this wish?" He tried to relieve the unresponsiveness in a joking tone, without appearing to be a formal confession.

Little did he know how strange he was now, who was usually aloof.

It's like a person who can't joke and insists on telling a cold joke.

No response.

The room was terriblely quiet.

The last reluctant smile in Gu Jing's eyes took off.

Yan Jing watched him slowly withdraw his hand holding the rose.

Subconsciously, she didn't want to see his sad expression.

Can't tell why.

There have been countless times, countless times, on nights, she would think of the scene where that person confessed to her.

She stretched out her hand as if by all odds.

A warm and soft touch is felt on the wrist.

Gu Jing followed the hand and moved his eyes to the woman's face.

Then, he heard, she said:

"Okay, I promise you."

"Boy friend."
Chapter completed!