On the airplane, Mu Xinlan leaned against the small table, appearing somewhat preoccupied.
That day, Cheng Zhiming said he owed her a proposal, but so many days had passed and he hadn't shown any signs, making her feel a bit disappointed.
Even though they met in the villa every day, he acted towards her no differently than usual, without any special gestures.
She was always expecting him to ask her, "Would you like to marry me?" Sadly, he hadn't shown any indication. Was she being too serious?
He was anxious to marry her and admitted he owed her a proposal, so why was he so silent now? She couldn't quite grasp his intentions.
Who said a woman's heart was like a needle at the bottom of the sea? She thought Cheng Zhiming's heart was more like a needle at the bottom of the sea!
"Xinlan, what are you thinking about? So absorbed?"
Another flight attendant entered the lounge and saw Mu Xinlan dazing next to the small table, nudging her.
