A woman's heart is sensitive. It's an innate, universal trait.
When Qin Fan took out the box, immediately following Du Ruanqing's cry, Jiang Yino inexplicably felt her heart begin to race. She was terrified that Qin Fan would do something rash at such a critical moment.
In that instant, as Du Ruanqing's voice faded, the air seemed to freeze. All three women stared intently at the box in Qin Fan's hands. Even Du Ruanqing and Ou Mingsi, who were mere bystanders, couldn't help but feel a wave of tension.
Qin Fan, however, just smiled at their reaction.
Propose? I'd love to, but this clearly isn't the right time. Besides, Jiang Yino would reject me a hundred percent!
After a brief smile, he gave the lid a gentle push. SNAP. The wooden box, crafted from the precious wood of the Spiritual Medicine Garden, sprang open. An elixir emitting a faint, sweet fragrance was revealed inside.
