Huang Puchen saw that Nangong Yang had been silent all along. He turned around to leave, and Nangong Yang grabbed his arm, "Are you going back to get married?"
"···" Huang Puchen did not speak.
"I like you, I've liked you since high school. Although I've only watched you from afar, I gave up Stanford University, disregarded my parents' objections, just because I didn't want any regrets. Now, I know it's already too late to say these things, but if I don't say it now, I'm afraid there will be no chance later." Slowly, he released Huang Puchen's arm. Everything was unrecoverable, but speaking the words bottled up in his heart still brought him a lot of relief.
"I never said I was going to get married?"
What?
"Really?" That's wonderful. Excited, Nangong Yang hugged Huang Puchen tightly, "You scared me to death, that's so great, now I can continue to like you."
