"This ring, I've prepared it for a long time, always kept it by my side, just waiting for your health to recover to propose again."
He gripped her hand tightly, his black eyes soft as if about to well up with water, "I still owe you a wedding!"
"Liam..." Tara Summer covered her lips, a face full of surprise and inner excitement.
"You choose the wedding date, how does that sound?" Liam Yancey pulled her closer, his breath brushing against her skin.
"Mm..." Tara Summer's eyes were filled with teary light, she paused for a moment, and said, "How about the 8th of next month?"
"November 8?" Liam Yancey raised an eyebrow, looking at the smile on her face, "Is that a significant day!?'
Tara Summer nodded, "It's my mother's birthday, and the weather is just right, not too cold nor hot, what do you think!?"
Liam Yancey smiled fondly, stroking her tender cheek, "Of course, everything will be according to your wishes."