We end up chatting like that—no rush, no pressure, just voices overlapping and drinks slowly disappearing.
Yuyu suddenly leans forward, eyes sparkling. "Okay, enough small talk. Tell me. How was the New Year proposal?"
I choke a little. "Messy."
"That bad?" Zeyan asks, amused.
"I cried. A lot," I say honestly. "I talked nonsense. Trauma dump. Life story. Almost begged. At one point I think I was offering the ring like I was praying to it."
Yuyu slaps the couch, laughing. "Classic you."
Jiang smiles, completely unbothered. "She was very cute."
"I was NOT," I protest. "I was kneeling like I owed you money."
"But then," Jiang continues calmly, "she said she loved me. So I proposed too."
Yuyu's mouth drops open. "WAIT—YOU BOTH PROPOSED?"
Zeyan raises his glass. "Double KO. Respect."
I groan and cover my face. "It was chaos. People clapping. Us falling on the floor. Very un-dignified."
Yuyu squeals. "That's SO romantic."
