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The music restaurant was booked entirely by Song Ye, with fiery red roses adorning the surroundings, and the hall resonated with melodious music.

We've had many romantic anniversaries, but this one was the grandest and most heartfelt.

I looked at Song Ye across the candlelight, my hands hanging by my sides, gently clenched.

Two years ago, I told him that I hoped to become his bride by the time I turned thirty.

He must be planning to propose today, to give me a surprise.

"Happy seventh anniversary, Ye An'an," Song Ye poured juice into a transparent goblet and lightly clinked glasses with me.

The entire restaurant staff gathered around us, serving us exclusively.

Dish after exquisite dish was presented.

There was also a bouquet of beautiful roses and a dazzling bracelet.

I waited excitedly for Song Ye to propose to me, but he remained completely silent.

Just as I was about to lose my patience, a small two-tiered cake was wheeled over on a cart.

The cake was placed in front of me.

"Miss Ye, this is a chocolate Black Forest cake specially customized by Mr. Song for you, with cream made from New Zealand's original milk, and the chocolate is the finest from Belgium..."

I heard many people hide engagement rings in cakes.

I carefully cut a piece and put it in my mouth, its texture smooth, sweet, and soft.

I happily squinted my eyes, but suddenly Song Ye's phone rang.

He glanced down at me and then stood up and said:

"There's a bit of business at the company; I have to go first. I don't know when it will be sorted out, you go to sleep first."

After saying that, Song Ye turned and left.