Not wanting the lively atmosphere to become heavy, she broke free from Fu Siming's embrace.

She turned around, cupped his face in her hands, and kissed him.

This was her answer; behind her was a bustling, bright light, and before her was warmth and light, all brought by this man.

Whether or not she remembered him, he was still waiting in the same place.

Song Xingyao secretly took the ring out of her pocket and slightly increased the distance between them.

Fu Siming, who was still engrossed in the moment, saw what she was holding, and for the first time, his mind went completely blank.

He saw Song Xingyao's slightly upturned lips, as if she was quite satisfied with his reaction.

Her slender fingers took the ring from the box and presented it to herself.

She said: Fu Siming, thank you.

She said: Happy birthday.

She said: Would you like to be with me?

It was rare to see Fu Siming standing still; at least whenever Song Xingyao saw him, he always seemed completely at ease.

Song Xingyao's hand holding the ring began to sweat slightly. This was the first time she had ever confessed her feelings to a man so proactively. This man was the father of her child.

Despite the somewhat tense atmosphere, Fu Siming's nimble fingers deliberately slipped into the ring.

She chuckled softly and asked, "So, you went to buy a ring this afternoon?"

"How did you know? I...!" Song Xingyao's mind raced. "No way? I used your card?"

A slight blush of embarrassment rose to her face.

...

Seeing her standing there in a daze, Fu Siming leaned down and whispered in his ear, "It's okay. In that case, you can give yourself to me as a gift."

He spoke solemnly and earnestly, "Song Xingyao, I do."

Their breaths mingled once again.