"What did you say?" Mingshu stared at Si Chu in front of her, momentarily suspecting she was hallucinating.
Si Chu looked at her with a lazy expression, seemingly nonchalant, but his tone was serious, "Let's get married."
Mingshu's heart skipped a beat, and for a moment, her body stiffened, the flow of her blood became so tangible.
She opened her mouth, her eyelashes fluttering nonstop, and it took a long time before she found her voice, raspy, "Why, why did you suddenly think of this?"
Si Chu's smile curled slightly less, his eyes focused, his voice very light, "I suddenly wanted to experience it, the feeling of marrying you. I always feel that if I don't experience it now, I'll never have the chance."
Oddly, even though he didn't look sad when he spoke, Mingshu felt anguish deep inside, negative emotions threatened to drown her like a flood.