"I don't know."
Zhou Lan shook her head.
The restaurant's lights fell on the two of them, and also between them.
There weren't many people in the restaurant.
The seats weren't very close to each other, perhaps that's why it's so expensive.
The chandelier was designed like a flourishing branch.
As the light fell between them, a calm but surging emotional undercurrent began to spread.
A black-haired girl was playing the black piano in the corner.
The piano music was beautiful, flowing like a river.
But at this moment, neither of them was in the mood to enjoy the music.
"Why don't you know?" Lin Zhiping showed a look of confusion and perplexity.
He held the silver reflective fork, and this time his tone was more sincere: "Zhou Lan, if you're willing, I want to propose to you. However, I don't want to do this abruptly; I hope to do it with your consent."
Zhou Lan pursed her lips.
"I don't deny, I like you too." Driven by a certain emotion, she decided to reveal some truth.
