Chapter 79 Landing (End of Main Text) "I want to give you..."
At eight o'clock in the evening, the entire coastline was completely shrouded in night.
The vast sea shimmered under the moonlight, waves crashing rhythmically against the massive rocks.
As you continue up the coastal path, you'll find a cluster of guesthouses. Small groups of tourists stroll and chat along the path, while many more people come and go from the guesthouses, changing into more stylish outfits in preparation for attending various lively concerts.
Gradually, the surroundings quieted down. The streetlights outside the window were warm and bright, casting a cozy glow on the white walls of the little house.
...
In the dimly lit bedroom, the sounds were suppressed and fragmented, tinged with sobs.
In the darkness, her fair and soft arms strained, her hands arched tightly, and her bent fingers left marks on the beige sheets.
The owner of the guesthouse has a great sense of style. The whole room is decorated like a small garden. Wind chimes made of seashells and crystals hang by the window. The curtains are covered with intricate and beautiful patterns. The bed is very large. The soft cotton sheets in a bohemian style are covered with a quilt printed with clusters of sunflowers that are golden and bright.
But at this moment, the blankets were piled up at the foot of the bed, and the sheets were wrinkled and piled up, making the place look messy.
The hand kept gripping the sheets, then grabbed the pillow beside it, trembling as it clutched it.
Soon, a large, strong hand moved up the slender arm, ripped the pillow off, and then firmly covered it again.
......
Suddenly, a light shone abruptly in the darkness. A vibration sound came from beside the pillow.
The caller ID on the phone screen reads "Mumu".
The man casually picked up his phone, about to hang up the next second.
"Don't......."
Mu Tingyu's voice rang out, hoarse and incredibly soft.
"It's...it's Mumu..." She hunched over, stretching out her arms to reach for it. "She wouldn't call me unless it was urgent...I'll answer it..."
The man held his phone, his voice low: "How are you going to answer?"
"You...you go out first..."
The man acted as if he hadn't heard her, handed her the phone, and said, "Answer it like this."
He kindly helped her press the call button.
The next second, Mumu's voice came through the receiver: "Tingyu, why aren't you replying to my messages?"
“............”
Mu Tingyu had a few strands of sweat-dampened hair on her forehead, and her breathing was a little unsteady.
She forced herself to ignore the strange feeling, took a deep breath, and tried to keep her voice normal: "...I...I didn't look at my phone, what's wrong?"
"Were you having too much fun with your boyfriend?" Mumu teased. "Where were you having fun? It sounds so quiet."
Mu Tingyu gently nudged the man pressed against her with her arm, gesturing for him to move back a little: "...I was...taking a walk, why...why did you suddenly call me?"
The man stepped back at her, but his hands kept moving around restlessly.
"Oh, I was thinking of telling you on WeChat, but I felt it wasn't appropriate, so I called instead," Mumu said. "Something suddenly came up at home, so I have to go back right away and leave tonight!"
Mu Tingyu reached out and pushed him, her hand trembling, and answered absentmindedly, "...Huh? Why, why so suddenly? Are you leaving tonight?"
"Yeah, I didn't expect it either," Mumu said helplessly. "But luckily your boyfriend is here, so you don't have to play alone, and I feel a little more at ease."
"I just bought some little trinkets for you at the stall and left them by your door as a keepsake!"
Mu Tingyu pressed her forehead against the bedsheet, her slender white neck tense: "...Thank you, Mumu. It's such a pity...I was originally planning to be with you..."
"Bang!"
A loud noise suddenly came from the other end of the phone.
Mu Tingyu was startled and shrank back.
The man behind her took a deep breath, and after a few seconds, he raised his hand and slapped her lightly, as if to punish her.
"!"
Mu Tingyu shrank back, looking utterly wronged, but not daring to let anyone know what she was doing, she could only ask with teary eyes, "...Why, why was that so loud? You startled me..."
The sounds from the other end were quite lively. Mumu, completely oblivious to the commotion on her end, cheerfully exclaimed, "I just passed a street band! They were playing drums, and there were so many people gathered around, plus free cocktails! Oh dear, what a pity, I have to head to Cape Town tonight!"
The man seemed to be getting impatient, and his movements gradually became restless.
Mu Tingyu gripped the bedsheet tightly and hurriedly said into the phone, "...Then, be careful on your journey! Send me a message before you board the plane...and another one after you land!"
"Okay, see you when we get back to China!" Mumu said with a smile. "I won't disturb your date with your boyfriend! I'll hang up now!"
Mu Tingyu breathed a sigh of relief and was about to hang up when she heard her voice again.
"Oh right, I forgot to tell you!"
Mumu's voice came through the receiver clearly, sounding particularly loud in the quiet room.
Do you remember that curly-haired handsome guy who asked for your contact information last night?
"I ran into him again today! He asked me to tell you that he's already registered a VPN account and wants your contact information!"
"And also, he wrote you a love letter, begging me to give it to you. I put it in the bag by the door! Remember to read it! Bye-bye, hahahahahaha—"
The laughter on the other end of the phone, which seemed to thrive on chaos, abruptly stopped, leaving a girl holding her phone in a daze.
After hanging up the phone, the room was silent for several seconds, and the man behind me didn't react at all.
“”
Mu Tingyu swallowed nervously, shifted her knees slightly, and crawled forward a little.
The next moment, she was grabbed and pulled back.
His large hand gripped her waist, holding her firmly within a small space.
From the darkness, Xing Ze's calm voice came: "Which curly-haired handsome guy?"
“”
Mu Tingyu subconsciously replied, "That one..."
Before she could finish speaking, his broad, warm chest pressed against her back again.
Startled by the burn, she instinctively sensed the danger and quickly tried to salvage the situation: "...Wait, wait! It's not what you think...I didn't do anything, that guy just tried to chat me up last night, I ignored him—"
Her voice suddenly changed tone at the end.
"good."
Xing Ze braced himself on his arms beside her, kissed the back of her neck, and said in an ambiguous tone, "...Baby is so great."
"......."
The phone fell off the bed with a thud and landed on the plush carpet.
No one paid any attention to it until the screen automatically turned off.
........
........
By the middle of the night, Mu Tingyu's voice had completely gone hoarse.
She was mostly sober, but her mind was still hazy. Her body trembled at the slightest touch, and she was completely unable to resist. All she could do was leave fine scratches on the man's body.
After an unknown amount of time, Xing Ze pulled her into bed and gently kissed her eyes.
Her thoughts cleared a little, and she said in a hoarse voice, "You...you're deliberately getting revenge...I knew it! How could you possibly become so docile...It was all an act! You just wanted to get me into bed..."
Xing Ze neither refuted nor admitted it, but patted her back reassuringly.
Mu Tingyu took this as a tacit agreement and was furious: "...I will never believe your nonsense again!"
Xing Ze wiped the sweat from her forehead and pulled her into his arms.
"What nonsense are you talking about, baby? Didn't you want me to cook for you every day?"
Mu Tingyu gritted her teeth and pushed him, "—Who, who told you that this was a dish?!"
Xing Ze remained motionless, pressing the girl in his arms down: "You promised me."
"Who agreed to that!" Mu Tingyu was furious at his shamelessness and shouted resentfully, "You misinterpreted the meaning of words! And you deliberately tried to seduce me with your beauty! That doesn't count! I don't want to go on a trip with you—!"
"......."
Xing Ze remained calm, gently stroking her face with his fingers before suddenly reaching for the cover on the bedside table.
"!"
Mu Tingyu cried out in despair, "What are you doing—wasn't it all over just now?!"
Xing Ze lifted her up, pinched her thigh, and tore open the packaging with his eyes downcast.
"Wait, wait..." Mu Tingyu quickly backed down, pushing against his chest with her hands and shrinking back as she pleaded, "...I...I was wrong, can't you...can't you come with me!"
She looked at the unmoved man, and tears welled up in her eyes.
"Don't wear it anymore... Let's... let's do it another time, okay... I really can't take it anymore..."
"Don't......"
"Baby."
"...Ugh..."
"...Do you know how I've been these past two weeks since you left?"
Xing Ze patted her waist and said in a hoarse voice.
"—Get on up yourself."
........
........
"You're so annoying, you're really so annoying..."
Mu Tingyu felt weak all over, biting the man's broad, muscular shoulder, and sobbed uncontrollably, "You bastard, I'll never love you again..."
Xing Ze smiled and told her, "No."
"...I...I'm going to yell at you! I'm not going to talk to you all day tomorrow..."
"no."
"You never do what I want—"
Mu Tingyu broke down in tears, crying, "I've already apologized to you, what more do you want?! You scumbag! All you do is bully me in bed, you don't love me at all—"
"wrong."
Xing Ze kissed the tip of her ear, correcting her.
"I love you."
He gently stroked the girl's soft hair and spoke softly, mimicking her manner.
"Of all the people in the world, I love you the most."
"........"
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The dawn awakens at the edge of the sea.
Outside the window, the grassy slope slopes gently, and the low shrubs sway slightly in the morning breeze. Several seabirds swoop down over the railing.
The room was heated to a comfortable temperature. Mu Tingyu stirred on the bed, struggled to open her eyes, and subconsciously reached out to touch the side.
It's icy cold.
“............”
Where are they?!
She took a deep breath, realizing she was about to become grumpy in the morning.
That jerk kept her up until dawn, using countless tricks and methods, his energy was like he was on drugs—I don't know why he had so much energy to keep going after such a long flight—the main point is that he took her to bed right after dinner!
For such a long time, apart from giving her a bath, feeding her some water, and letting her rest for a while, I was constantly tormenting her.
She gritted her teeth and turned to look—
Great, the box on the bedside table is almost empty again.
“............”
She felt sore all over, and she didn't even have the strength to clench her fist. At that moment, the door was tightly closed, and she didn't know where the other person was.
“.......
She struggled to sit up, took a moment to recover, and then got out of bed in her slippers.
Filled with forty percent anger and sixty percent resentment, she flung open the door, thinking, "If that bastard isn't in the room..."
With a "sizzle," the sound of something hitting hot oil was heard.
A blend of aromas wafted towards me.
“.......
Xing Ze stood in front of the stove in the open kitchen, his back to her, with an apron tied around his waist.
In the morning light, his shoulders were broad and straight, his arms were strong and powerful, and the thin rope of his apron perfectly outlined his lean waist.
“............”
Most of the anger she felt dissipated instantly.
The man seemed to notice the movement behind him and turned around to take a look.
"woke up?"
His eyes and brows were bathed in the pale golden sunlight, and the corners of his lips were slightly curved.
"Why didn't you sleep a little longer?"
“”
She swallowed almost imperceptibly and walked over.
Xing Ze turned off the stove, took off his apron, and came up to hug her.
"I smell of cooking oil on me, and it will get on you later."
"......"
Mu Tingyu buried her face in his chest and said in a muffled voice, "Then don't hug me so tightly."
Xing Ze chuckled softly, his chest heaving slightly: "Are you tired?"
Mu Tingyu stomped on him with her bare foot: "Nonsense."
"Go lie down for a while longer, I'll wake you up when breakfast is ready."
Mu Tingyu clung to him, refusing to let go: "No."
"How am I supposed to make breakfast when you're holding me like this?"
"It can be done."
Xing Ze said helplessly, "The oil will splatter on you later."
"Let it splash."
“…” Xing Ze laughed and kissed her slightly messy hair from sleeping. “Little rascal.”
It turns out that it was possible to hold her.
A dozen minutes later, the table, covered with an elegant tablecloth and adorned with fresh bouquets, was laden with steaming corn porridge, omelets, sausages, sandwiches, and fruit salad.
Mu Tingyu used a fork to pick up an egg roll, stuffed it into her mouth, and chewed it with her eyes half-closed.
"Is it tasty?"
She nodded and took another sip of corn porridge.
Xing Ze asked, "Where did you usually eat breakfast?"
“I don’t eat it often,” Mu Tingyu replied without looking up. “Sometimes I get up late and don’t eat, or I just buy some toast from a street stall.”
"......."
Xing Ze patted her head without saying anything.
Mu Tingyu glanced at him: "What's wrong? This is the routine for us young people. Isn't it normal to skip breakfast? How can someone like you, who's almost thirty, understand this?"
Xing Ze: "........."
He said helplessly, "Are you still angry?"
Mu Tingyu buried her head in a sausage and ignored him.
Xing Ze explained to her with a bit of a headache, "I didn't tell you about your aunt and uncle before because I didn't want you to be sad. Later... I really forgot about it."
Mu Tingyu wasn't angry about this at all; she was just looking for an excuse to regain the upper hand. She indignantly accused, "How could I forget! If I hadn't run into Jiang Lu downstairs at Zhongtian Building that day and he hadn't casually mentioned it to me, I don't know how long you would have kept it from me!"
"I'm sorry, baby," he apologized sincerely. "I just didn't want to see you sad."
Mu Tingyu ignored what he was saying and vented her pent-up resentment from being tormented all night: "Not only did you keep it from me, but you were also so busy that you were never home. You were never around. What's wrong with me going on a trip by myself?"
She kicked him under the table, yelling, "What's wrong! What's wrong!"
Their relationship had always been one where Xingze was in charge in bed and Mutingyu was in charge outside of bed, so at this moment the man couldn't get any credit and could only soften his voice to coax her.
“Baby, I’m very worried about you,” Xing Ze said meekly. “If you were traveling in China, I wouldn’t be so worried.”
"Haven't I been messaging you every day? And didn't you have someone follow me around?"
“............”
Xing Ze said, "It's still very dangerous abroad."
Mu Tingyu snorted and finally settled down to eat her meal.
She finished the sandwich stuffed full of bacon, sausage, fried egg, and lettuce, took a sip of porridge with a spoon, and glanced at the person across from her.
When the man saw her looking over, he asked softly, "Do you want to stay here the whole time? Or would you like to go somewhere else?"
"........"
Mu Tingyu looked up: "You really finished all the work?"
“Hmm,” Xing Ze pinched her fingers and gently rubbed them, “I can stay with you for at least two months.”
"........"
He was so busy before, and now he suddenly has two months of free time... I don't know how he managed to finish it working overtime.
She bit her lip, watching him, his face slightly haggard, his eyes downcast, diligently mixing her vegetable salad, and felt a bittersweet ache in her heart.
She put down the spoon and stretched out her arms: "Hug me."
Xing Ze raised his eyebrows, indulgently pulled her onto his lap, and affectionately nuzzled her forehead: "Aren't you angry anymore?"
“…” she muttered softly, “I’m not angry.”
“Hmm,” Xing Ze looked at her and smiled, “So you’re just being difficult with me, aren’t you?”
Mu Tingyu hadn't expected him to remember her words so clearly, and embarrassed, she flicked him with her finger: "'Being dramatic' is what's wrong with you—"
"Nothing much." Xing Ze took her hand and kissed it. "I know you're going to keep me going for the rest of my life."
"........"
Mu Tingyu's ears turned red.
But the man wouldn't let her off the hook, chuckling as he said, "I like it when you 'act up' to me. Nobody else gets this treatment, right?"
“............”
"What are you doing..." Mu Tingyu's cheeks flushed red. "Are you not going to eat or not...?"
In the soft morning light, the man's features were incredibly gentle as he gazed at her with undiminished focus, his eyes clear and bright.
The flowers on the table still held the morning dew, mingling with the aroma of breakfast to create an unparalleled fragrance. Pale golden light shone on his cheeks, making even the finest downy hairs clearly visible. He was completely enveloped in warmth.
At this very moment, Mu Tingyu was sitting in a warm embrace.
She looked up at him, thinking to herself.
He seems to have gradually let go of those painful and unpleasant past experiences, and is no longer anxious.
No longer silent, I try to express my emotions and thoughts to her, and I'm learning to let her fly...
Or rather, stay by her side and fly with her.
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After breakfast, Xing Ze tidied up a bit, took a shower, and then slept again while holding Mu Tingyu.
They had barely slept all night and were both exhausted. They slept very soundly in the soft sunlight, sleeping past lunchtime and not waking up until four in the afternoon.
Mu Tingyu got up groggily, was pressed down and had some ointment applied, and then went into the bathroom to wash up.
Ten minutes later, she pushed open the bathroom door, looking refreshed, and called out to the man sitting at the dining table, "I'm hungry!"
Xing Ze held up a piece of paper, grunted "Mmm" without looking up, and said, "Go change your clothes, let's go out to eat."
Mu Tingyu walked over and asked curiously, "What are you looking at?"
Xing Ze looked up at her and said, "Love letter."
"Love letter?" Mu Tingyu asked, confused. "What love letter...?"
"!!!"
She was terrified and quickly reached out to grab it, but the man flicked his hand away to dodge it.
"What are you doing! Why are you looking at this!"
Mu Tingyu was so embarrassed that her ears turned red. She climbed on top of him and covered his eyes.
Xing Ze put his arm around her waist, the papers in his hand rustling as he wrote: "Let me see how other people write you love letters."
Taking advantage of his inattention, Mu Tingyu reached out and snatched it, twisting it a few times before clutching it in her hand: "What's so interesting about it! Do you want to use it as a reference?"
"Hmm," Xing Ze said with a smile in his eyes, "Want me to write it for you?"
"...I didn't mean that at all!" Mu Tingyu scratched him in embarrassment.
"You must have received quite a few love letters in college, right?" Xing Ze kissed her. "Any of them stand out in your memory?"
"No! I won't even look at it!"
Xing Ze couldn't help but smile: "So what do they say when they confess their feelings to you?"
He reached out and tapped Mu Tingyu's clenched fist, inside which lay a pitiful love letter crumpled in a ball. He smiled and said, "For example—Beautiful lady, from the first moment I saw you, I was completely captivated. Though it may be presumptuous, I want to say that I hope to see your smile forever—"
Mu Tingyu quickly covered his mouth.
"Aaaaaah, why did you read it aloud?!" She shrank back in embarrassment, gritting her teeth as she said, "Are you happy reading other people's love letters?!"
Xing Ze's eyebrows and eyes, which were not covered, were curved, and his eyes sparkled with a lively light.
"Don't say anymore," Mu Tingyu warned him, and only slowly lowered her hand when he nodded.
Her face turned red, and she rushed into her room to change her clothes, also destroying the love letter in the process.
After changing their clothes, the two left the guesthouse and strolled slowly along the seaside promenade, heading towards a local specialty restaurant.
The sun hung obliquely on the horizon, slowly sinking towards the sea, its rays turning golden and long, spreading out diagonally.
Several seagulls rode the wind, hovering high in the sky before swooping down to skim across the shimmering golden sea.
The temperature is very comfortable, making it a perfect time for a stroll.
Mu Tingyu forgot about eating and leaned on the railing, comfortably enjoying the sea breeze.
Xing Ze leaned against her, his gaze quietly fixed on her.
Suddenly, a cry of surprise came from afar.
The two looked over at the sound and saw a group of people standing on the rocks not far away, seemingly taking wedding photos.
The bride, dressed in a grand wedding gown, had no head covering—her veil had been accidentally blown off by the sea breeze and landed on a hanging rock a little below.
She looked very anxious, and tried to pick up the hem of her wedding dress, but the groom quickly stopped her.
The groom patted her head, and seeing her worried expression, walked to the rock and reached out to touch it.
He was dressed in a formal suit and trousers, and even had leather shoes on his feet. It took him a lot of effort to reach the veil. He carefully picked it up, examined it closely, and then breathed a sigh of relief, shouting to the bride, "It's not broken! It's not broken!"
The bride called out to him, "Be careful! Come back quickly!"
After a brief hiccup, the photo shoot continued. The groom took out a ring box from his pocket, knelt down on one knee in front of the bride, and looked extremely reserved.
The photographer yelled, "Groom, relax! You've already proposed, what's there to be nervous about!"
The groom replied without looking up, "I get nervous whenever I kneel down!!"
Everyone around laughed, and the bride laughed too, her face flushed.
The sound of waves crashing against the rocks was clear and bright, and the sea surface shimmered with the golden light of the sun, making the scene exceptionally beautiful.
Mu Tingyu smiled, leaned on the railing and watched for a while, then suddenly said, "That's wonderful."
Xing Ze leaned against the side and quietly asked, "What's good?"
Mu Tingyu exclaimed, "They're so cute, and they seem to really like each other. I feel like they'll be very happy after they get married."
Xing Ze looked at her and hummed in agreement: "Let's go eat."
There were quite a few pedestrians strolling along the road. Mu Tingyu was led forward by him, her head still reluctantly looking back in that direction.
She always enjoys looking at these beautiful scenes.
Over there, the groom, who had been kneeling, stood up and embraced his bride amidst the sound of the waves. Their hands were clasped tightly together, their wedding rings shimmering in the sunset, and the veil that the groom had carefully retrieved fluttered in the wind like pure white wings.
"So happy..."
She watched for a while, then murmured softly, in a voice only she could hear, "Actually... marriage doesn't seem so bad..."
As soon as he finished speaking, the person in front of him paused.
She was a beat slow to react, and her heart skipped a beat.
Xing Ze stood in the sunset, quietly watching her.
She asked, "W-what's wrong?"
"........"
The man looked at her calmly for a while, until her face slowly turned red, before he spoke.
Do you really think so?
"........"
Mu Tingyu feigned ignorance: "What do you think?"
Xing Ze smiled and stretched out his arm, pulling her close to him.
They stood on the hillside, surrounded by all sorts of pedestrians with kind eyes, their laughter and chatter filling the air.
Under the warm sunset, she heard Xing Ze say, "Actually, what I just said wasn't from that love letter."
"......."
Mu Tingyu's heart pounded, as if she had a premonition, and she slowly spoke, "That is..."
Xing Ze lowered his eyes, a slight smile playing on his lips.
"This is what I wanted to tell you."
"........"
The words he had just said echoed in Mu Tingyu's mind. Her face flushed red, and filled with indescribable emotions, she stammered, "W-what are you doing...?"
"I just thought that since so many people have written you love letters, I should write you one too."
Xing Ze's eyes were bathed in light as he reached out and gently touched her face. "But after thinking about it, I still feel it's not good enough, not expressive enough." "..."
His soft voice drifted on the wind, as if he were recalling something he had written.
“I once thought that your presence in my life was already a blessing from God, and I couldn’t ask for more.”
"But I can't help wanting you to stay a little longer."
“I have a bad temper, and I don’t know how to talk or coax people. I often make you angry and cry. So I’ve been thinking and thinking, but I can’t think of anything that can keep you here. I’m also afraid that one day you will leave me.”
Xing Ze looked at the girl's eyes, which were turning red, and said with a smile, "I'm so scared that I can't go on living without you in the next part of my life."
"So I'm sorry, I want to be a little selfish and keep you by my side with love."
Xing Ze looked at her tenderly and asked, "Are you willing?"
"......."
Mu Tingyu burst into tears, choking back sobs as she said, "...Wait a minute, are you...confessing your feelings, or...proposing?"
Xing Ze did not answer immediately, but reached out to wipe away her tears and spoke.
"--sorry."
Mu Tingyu looked at him through teary eyes, not understanding what he was apologizing for.
"We had a fight on the rainy day you were about to leave."
“We were standing under the eaves then. I didn’t want you to leave, but I didn’t know how to keep you here, so I asked you, ‘Is this your home?’ — I regretted it as soon as I asked.”
Xing Ze gently wiped away her tears and spoke slowly.
"I'm sorry, I asked the wrong question."
Xing Ze looked at her, his voice hoarse, "What I really want to ask is, would you consider this place your home?"
"A home where I live and grow old together."
Mu Tingyu's tears flowed freely, and she choked up, unable to utter a sound.
Her cheeks were burning hot, and so was her heart.
"—That's what I wanted to say. I'm sorry for making you so sad."
Xing Ze's eyes softened, and he smiled, "So, as compensation, I want to give you a home now, okay?"
He kissed the girl's cheek affectionately and answered her question softly.
"This is a confession, a proposal, and a promise."
"......."
With tears welling in her eyes, Mu Tingyu stared at him for a long time before choking back sobs as she accused him, "Other people even have rings for their wedding photos, and you propose without any—"
Before he could finish speaking, the man in front of him knelt down on one knee.
He took a box out of his pocket and, like any ordinary man, slowly opened it with an unnatural nervousness.
"When...when did you prepare this?!"
Xing Ze looked up at her, shook the box, and said with a smile, "Have you thought it through? If you wear it, you'll never be able to leave me for the rest of your life. We'll grow old together, die together, and be buried in the same grave."
There could be no better marriage proposal vow than this.
As she wiped away her tears, her heart burned with intense emotion.
From the age of seven, she longed to have a home of her own.
She walked the earth for decades, stumbling and alone.
With no one to help her or to cover for her, she could only take one step at a time, carefully calculating her resources, learning to grow and be cautious, ensuring that every path she took was the right one. She was simply unwilling to accept her fate, and even when cornered, she wanted to fight against all the difficulties and injustices in this world.
Until someone took pity on her, tore down the wall for her, and built a haven for her.
Mu Tingyu burst into tears and complained to the man—
"You're so annoying!"
"What's the rush! Who proposes like this?! Where are my flowers and balloons? Where are my cake and fireworks?! No way, you have to propose again—!"
Xing Ze smiled, gently took her hand, and slowly put the ring on her finger.
Then he stood up and kissed her.
In the distance, the setting sun shone brightly, and seagulls flew in formation.
Just like the day they first met.
—End of text—
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Author's note: I'm late, hehe! I've been thinking about the ending for a long time, always wanting to capture their best moment.
But for Xing Ge and Ting Bao, every moment from now on will be the best moment, so that's all for now~
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