Jiang Zhiyuan carefully recalled for a moment, and then shared his understanding with her.
An Nan didn't expect him to think of such details. After listening, she slowly lowered her head, touching the ring on her other hand, and softly asked, "I'm not pregnant, do you still want to marry me?"
Jiang Zhiyuan...
For nearly a minute, he just stood there dumbfounded, while she looked up, confronting every subtle change in him during this time.
Then he suddenly sat down next to her and held her hand, "You silly! I want to marry you, not just for a child!"
Of course, he wanted to marry her; he dreamed of marrying her.
An Nan was a bit dazed; she thought he would be somewhat disappointed, but now he was holding her hand tightly, as if afraid to lose her.
"I wanted to marry you a long time ago, back when we weren't even thinking about having a child."
Jiang Zhiyuan clasped her hand and told her again.
