She paused, her gaze revealing a touch of admiration, "I like your integrity, your kindness, your sense of responsibility, and your wisdom."
"You care for me, look after me, and protect me just like a father would."
Mei Xiang's eyes turned slightly red as she spoke, but she fought back the tears and did not let them fall,
"Perhaps you're not a perfect person, but in my heart, you are someone worth liking, worth protecting."
She bowed again, "So, please go out with me! Mr. Chen!"
Mei Xiang looked at the shiny leather shoes before her, her heart lifting to her throat.
Time seemed to stand still, with only their shadows dancing in the last afterglow of the summer day.
After a long while, she heard a gentle sigh; in that voice, there seemed to be a hint of helplessness, and also a bit of indulgence.
When her gaze refocused, she saw those broad hands in front of her, blocking the sight of the shoes.
Mei Xiang's heartbeat was about to burst from her chest.
