He held her, burying his face in the crook of her neck and whispering softly in her ear. Yara Quillan strained to make out his words, but they remained a blur.
Then, a voice woke her. She opened her eyes to see Sean Lowell standing before her, holding a bag of sour jujube cakes and a bowl of porridge.
Yara Quillan looked at him, a faint, apologetic smile on her face. "I'm so sorry. It's late, and I made you go out to buy me food. On top of that, I fell asleep."
"You silly girl." Sean Lowell gazed at Yara Quillan with adoration. He sat on the edge of her bed, picked up the bowl of porridge, and held a spoonful to her lips.
Yara Quillan glanced at him, then opened her mouth. 'Refusing now would just be pretentious.'
Perhaps because she hadn't eaten in days, Yara Quillan finished the entire bowl of porridge. Just as Sean was unwrapping the package to hand her a piece of sour jujube cake, he suddenly spoke.
He said, "Yara, will you marry me?"
