Cheng Siwei signed with an entertainment company and is going to the U.S. to study dance and acting for two years. On the day he left, he gave me a thousand reminders and instructions, as if I were the one leaving and not him. I watched him, nodding, smiling, and then said, “Take care in the U.S., if you meet a suitable American girl, go ahead and date her, don’t worry about me.”
“What kind of talk is that?” His face immediately darkened, and he stroked my hair, saying, “I’m going to the U.S. alone, I’ll be lonely, I need you.” I said, “Cheng Siwei, you’re so handsome, maybe some princess or noble will fall for you, don’t waste your bright future because of me.”
“You know someone else might like me too.” He still had that deadly charming look. No wonder so many girls like him; his fan group has over eighty members, each of them seeing him as their prince. Prince Cheng Siwei. Haha.
He took my hand and said, “Then you should marry me quickly, can you bear to see me wandering around in this world, chased by others?” I gave him a playful slap, “I’m only eighteen, not even at the legal marriage age.”
“But I’m very sure I want to be with you forever.” After saying this, he immediately knelt on one knee and, like a magician, pulled out a velvet box from his pocket, opened it, revealing a sparkling ring, “Xiang Xiaowu, marry me.” I stared at him, dumbfounded. He continued, “Xiang Xiaowu, marry me.”
Epilogue 2
I was stunned by his sudden proposal. He said, “I’ve planned this for a long time. If you don’t agree, I won’t go to the U.S. I’ll stay by your side, I have so many things I want to show you, so many words I want to say to you, all of which belong only to you. My success or failure, my future, it all belongs to you; from the first time I saw you when I was twelve, I’ve set my lifelong ambition.”
My eyes widened as I looked at him. “Marry me. Please.” My heart melted bit by bit. I covered my mouth with my hand, secretly smiling, tears rolling down as I laughed.
