Snap.
Crash, splash—
"This is the third bowl you've broken."
Water splashed all over the floor, and on the clean floor lay the shards of the innocent porcelain bowl that had died tragically. Lu Zhiyang's gaze wandered, and he hid his hands, which were covered in dish soap, behind his back, looking guilty.
Tong Su looked at him expressionlessly.
“You said before that you were sick and couldn’t eat takeout, so you insisted on coming to my place to freeload. Then you said you were sorry for freeloading and offered to help me clean and do housework. In the end, in just seven days, you broke a vase, two basins, three porcelain bowls and four plates.”
Lu Zhiyang felt even more guilty after hearing her words, and stammered, "I'll make it up to you..."
Tong, the skin-peeler, asked coldly, "How will you compensate me?"
He quickly washed his hands, took a small box out of his pocket, and led her out of the kitchen into the living room, with their backs to the French windows.
Night fell outside the window, and neon lights twinkled like stars among the skyscrapers. Tong Su looked at him suspiciously, while he glanced at his watch.
20:29
The second hand is pointing to 56.
Tongsu crossed her arms and asked, "What are you doing?"
57.
Lu Zhiyang stared at his watch, his heart pounding with anxiety, and said, "Wait a little longer."
58.
He touched his pocket; it felt hard to the touch. In the other pocket, his phone vibrated.
59.
The message from Si Qiye meant that everything was ready.
00.
Thud—
Suddenly, a huge firecracker sounded outside the window, followed by countless points of light trailing tails as they flew into the sky and then exploded into a dazzling waterfall!
Fireworks!
Fireworks filled the sky!
Tong Su's eyes widened.
The dazzling fireworks rose into the sky, painting it with a magnificent and dreamlike color. Even from a high floor, she could clearly see the people playing below, covering their mouths and shouting, pulling at their companions, and looking up at the sky with surprise.
With his back to the floor-to-ceiling window, Lu Zhiyang knelt on one knee and magically pulled a small box from his pocket, his gaze gentle as water.
"How about I give you this as compensation?"
A delicate, light red velvet box; when the lid is opened, a sparkling, exquisite red diamond ring is revealed.
The dazzling fireworks reflected on the man's back, making his smile even more gentle and refined. Everything around him seemed to pale in comparison, and only his handsome face and the deep affection in his eyes could be seen.
He said, "I broke your plates and bowls, I'll spend the rest of my life making up for it, okay?"
Bang!
Another firework soared into the sky, exploding into several words in mid-air:
"Say yes!"
Through the wide-open windows, one could faintly hear screams rising and falling from downstairs: "How romantic! Is someone proposing?"
"Say yes!"
"For a single dog like me to dare watch love-themed fireworks, I guess I've really gotten a bit cocky..."
"Together!"
"Together!"
"Together!"
Tong Su's heart trembled uncontrollably, as if a jar of honey had been overturned, sweet and warm. She looked up, and the corners of her lips involuntarily curved upwards.
She suddenly laughed, a light laugh: "Mr. Lu, you're an actor, aren't you?"
"Yes, yes..."
Why would she suddenly ask that?
Caught off guard, Lu Zhiyang's mind raced as he looked at her with a mixture of trepidation and anticipation.
“Then you should know,” she drawled, “that confessing your love with fireworks was the most popular thing in movies and TV shows ten years ago—romantic, glamorous, and unparalleled. But now, nobody writes it in scripts anymore; they all think it’s cliché.”
The man was like a leaf touched by frost, all wilted and listless, his gentle, bright eyes seeming somewhat pitiful.
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