Zhuo Junyue was the same; in his eyes, there was only his beloved little one, everyone else seemed invisible.
He walked up to her, bent down, and gently kissed her on the forehead, "Darling, I'm here."
Su Ningyan's smile deepened; today, she was exceptionally captivating.
The blazing sun outside didn't seem as dazzling as her.
Everyone started to tease, "Wow... so affectionate as soon as you come in, Mr. Zhuo, aren't you a bit too eager?"
Zhuo Junyue ignored their words; he had always been used to doing things his own way.
He handed the bouquet to Ningyan, then took out a box from his pocket, knelt on one knee, "Ningyan, marry me..."
Ningyan felt that this man... even though they were already married, having proposed before, he was still proposing to her, his gaze so earnest and sincere.
Ningyan extended her hand, watching as he slipped the sparkling pink diamond ring onto her finger.
