Xi Zhan was really getting better and better at saying sweet words. I blushed shyly and lowered my head, asking him softly: "Do I look pretty with this necklace?"
Xi Zhan nodded, saying: "Yes."
The ring was a very retro style. Xi Zhan used to wear it, and it matched his fair white fingers.
But at this time, he gave this ring to me.
Maybe he could put a wedding ring on his finger.
I was even happier at the thought of this.
I was happy when I thought of the possibility of marrying him.
I had been married before in my life, but I had never been in love as seriously as I was at this time. Nobody had ever treasured me as much as Xi Zhan.
Xi Zhan and I met in March, and now it is November. During the past eight months, he had been trying his best to protect me.
He had saved my life so many times, and had even got my cancer cured. However, he had never asked for any repayment from me, but had been doing those things out of self-willingness.