“Keep playing around and I’ll throw you in the stream,” he threatened with a doting tone.
The peach blossom-like scenery felt like a 3D game. I turned my head to see Night Lock remove the “woodcutter” hood, his straight blue hair falling down.
A brilliant idea flashed through my mind…
“Night, I want a strand of your hair,” I smiled, extending my soft pink hand.
He glanced at me and immediately plucked a strand of blue hair without hesitation.
I removed the heavy village girl hood from my head, carefully plucking my own hair strand by strand, each strand still felt painful.
After collecting enough blue hair, I mixed the two strands together and carefully divided them, then started hand-weaving one portion.
“What are you doing?” Night finally showed a bit of curiosity.
I waved my hand, as if shooing away a cockroach, “Go play, little child. I’ll call you when I’m done.”
I was stunned, my nose feeling sour, a small stream of tears silently spreading in my eye sockets. I knelt before Night Lock with a “thump”, took the flowers from his hand, and choked, “I promise you.”
e you crying…”
“Of course I’m excited. This is the first time someone has proposed to me.”
“How many times do you want this to happen?” Night Lock’s face suddenly darkened.
“Oh, that’s not the point.” I placed the flowers aside and pulled out two hair-braided bracelets, made with the simplest yet elegant weaving technique.
“These are bracelets made from our intertwined hair.” I pulled his hand and gently fastened the bracelet on his wrist.
He bent down on one knee, and we both carefully fastened the bracelets on each other. Such a simple action made my eyes mist over even more.
Thumb to thumb, index finger to index finger, middle finger to middle finger, ring finger to ring finger, pinky to pinky… Our palms met, and I cleared my throat solemnly, “I, Lan Jiao Long, hereby swear that no matter life or death, wealth or poverty, I will always stay by Night Lock’s side, never betraying or abandoning him.”
“Dragon, don’t…” His hand withdrew, and a hint of hesitation appeared in Night Lock’s eyes. My tears instantly broke through the dam. Now I finally understood how brides feel when abandoned at the altar.
