Yuan Yangqing stared at her blankly. The only thought in her mind was – oh no, it turns out her second sister loves him, loves him so miserably.
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She turned her head in surprise.
What came into view was a vast expanse of gentle blue.
Blue Alice, the messenger of love, conveying love’s message.
Ke Nanyou used a window washer’s crane to carry a full load of blue Alice, hanging outside the twenty-eighth floor.
He was immersed in a blue sea of love, with only the radiant light of stars able to guide him ashore. “Xingcan!”
Yuan Xingcan cried out in shock, rushing to the glass, “You, what are you doing?”
She was terrified, was he standing steady? The wind was so strong today, swaying back and forth, she was about to have a heart attack just watching.
”I’m begging you! Marry me!” he shouted.
Due to safety concerns, her window could only be opened a tiny crack, just enough to stick out one hand.
”Quickly get down!”
”Are you worried I’ll fall?” he said with a cheerful laugh: “Don’t worry, I won’t die before I tell you I love you.”
”Stop talking nonsense!” she said anxiously: “Quickly get down, it’s too dangerous.”
”I won’t die,” he said seriously: “If I die, no one will love you like I do, so I won’t die.”
”Stop it!” she was touched and worried, unable to hold back her tears.
Her tears made him reluctant, “Xingcan, don’t cry. I’m a damn bastard, not worth your tears.”
But she couldn’t help but continue crying. He loved her, why would she doubt him?
”I don’t know what to do with you! Please, quickly get down!”
He gazed at her deeply, his slender fingers moving gently on the glass, as if touching her face behind the glass. “Will you marry me, Xingcan?”
She stared at him blankly, “Can I believe you one more time?”
He stretched out his hand, a dazzling diamond ring lying in his palm, “This is my true heart. Are you willing to accept it?”
She laughed and shed tears, extending her hand through the window’s narrow gap, letting him slip the ring onto her finger.
He lowered his head, gently pressing a kiss on her hand.
”You are my angel,” he smiled contentedly, “My angel I bumped into in the elevator.”
She shook her head, “I’m not an angel, I’m a failed image consultant. Remember? Grandpa wasn’t satisfied with the transformation plan for Xueyou.”
”No, you succeeded. You created a confident beautiful woman, you’re the best.”
She didn’t change appearances, but untied emotional knots.
Xueyou found happiness, and he found happiness too.
Because they had Xingcan, the top consultant.
