Propose

The night passed with the two of them chatting and laughing together.

The crackling fire had long since reduced to embers, but Shen Yuan and Han Qingyu barely spared it a glance as they shared stories of the past with each other.

The bond between them deepened with every word spoken, every glance exchanged.

As the first rays of sun dawned upon the horizon, the cool morning breeze stirred the leaves, carrying with it a soft fragrance of nature.

Shen Yuan leaned back, resting his body on his arms as he gazed at the myriad colors in the sky. "It's beautiful, isn't it?" he murmured, his voice carrying a rare note of wonder.

Han Qingyu followed his gaze, her silver eyes shimmering with the soft glow of dawn. "It is," she replied softly, her voice gentle. "Though I think... it's due to your company that it is so."

Shen Yuan turned to her, his lips curling into a faint smile.