Xiao Qingyin felt a little empty inside, even though she thought he was very clingy.

She washed up and prepared to go downstairs for breakfast, but froze the moment she opened the door.

The corridor outside the door was surprisingly filled with fresh flowers.

They were all enchanting and beautiful flowers.

She walked down the corridor, where both sides of the stairs were also full of flowers.

The flower mirror extends all the way to the temple.

The usually empty temple has now become a sea of ​​flowers, with large clusters of light and beautiful flowers hanging from the roof.

As she was wondering what holiday it was, a familiar voice sounded behind her: "Do you like it?"

"like."

Xiao Qingyin turned around.

Yi Shuihan knelt down on one knee, took her hand, and looked at her quietly: "Will you marry me?"

Xiao Qingyin: "!!!"

She quickly glanced around the temple; the holy messengers on duty in the corners kept their eyes straight ahead, and not one of them looked at them.

She was slightly relieved.

She whispered to Yi Shuihan, "What are you doing?"

"Proposing marriage," Yi Shuihan replied. "Don't worry about them; they'll just think it's the Holy Lord's peculiar hobby."

Xiao Qingyin: "..."

Yi Shuihan urged, "You haven't answered me yet."

Looking into his pure and sincere eyes, Xiao Qingyin's heart suddenly raced, as if a thousand troops were at war.

She pressed her hand to her chest to calm herself down.

"I do."

Yi Shuihan took out the engagement ring he had prepared earlier from his pocket, put it on her finger, and then kissed the ring.

Xiao Qingyin stared at the pigeon-egg-sized ruby ​​ring on her right ring finger, her mouth agape for a long time.