Will you marry me?

"Why are you here?" Shen Zhaozheng raised his eyebrows and asked.

"You can ask him." Xia Shang glanced at Xue Shen.

Xue Shen scratched the back of his head. I've never attended this Western Festival before. Xia Shang said that she wanted to go out for dinner, but we didn't make any reservations. We went to ten restaurants at the last minute, but they were all full and there were long lines. We had nowhere to go, but we knew that you would definitely have dinner here, so we came.

Shen Zhaozheng could only get two more pairs of chopsticks and bowls. Then, the nine of them sat down around the table.

It was a little crowded, but it was warm.

"It's snowing outside."

Gu Nian's eyes lit up again when she heard Xia Shang's words. Shen Zhaozheng patted her head and said, " "You can't build a snowman this year, understand?"

"I know."

Her stomach was so big, and the snow was so slippery. It would be terrible if she fell.