Wisdom’s POV
“Denver…” I sang his name between my lips.
But the hot devil just gave me a wolfish grin. “Ever since you became the moon of my gloomy night, I knew you will be my morning star ever since.”
“Denver…” Tears are now rolling down my face. He grabbed my right hand and brought it closer to his face.
“I can't imagine growing old with anyone else, nor do I want to. From the moment I beheld the gorgeous face of a lass who bumped into me, I know you're the only one I want to share the rest of my life with.”
“Denver, I ca—“
Looking around, the people started taking pictures and videos at us. I can’t help but cry. Cry with tears of delight. I cry…for I know that these tears of a woman being proposed will only shed for once in a lifetime.