On my thirtieth birthday, I booked the entire music restaurant bar.
The surroundings were adorned with fiery red roses, and the hall echoed with melodious music.
We've had many romantic anniversaries, but this time is the grandest and most heartfelt.
I looked at Song Ye across the candlelight, my hands hanging at my sides gently clenched.
This time, I took the initiative to handle everything for the anniversary.
And he also appeared in his best outfit.
I thought, he must have sensed my intention.
Two years ago, I told him I hoped to be his bride by the time I turned thirty.
He must remember.
But I know him; he's too shy to bring it up. He loves me, but he's bashful.
Then, I'll propose to him myself!
"Happy seventh anniversary, Ye An'an." Song Ye poured juice into a transparent goblet and gently clinked glasses with me.
Just when I was about to let my excitement out, a two-tiered small cake was pushed over on a cart.
The cake was placed in front of him.
"Miss Ye, here is your custom cake, please enjoy."
The waiter skillfully divided the cake for us and placed it in front of us.
Inside his piece, there's a proposal ring hidden.
As long as he digs into a spoonful, I'll propose immediately!
I wonder what expression he'll have!
But just when I was eagerly watching him about to eat the cake,
I suddenly heard Song Ye's phone ring.
He glanced down at me, then hurriedly stood up and said:
"Anya is calling me about work, I have to go."
"Song Ye, do you really have to go right now?"
Song Ye suddenly looked impatient,
"I'm working so hard for our future, can't you stop making trouble!"
After speaking, Song Ye turned and left without looking back.
I was frozen in place, trembling all over...
Work?
No,
Work is just his excuse for staying by Gu Anya's side.