Upon hearing this, Rong Jin stopped in his tracks. He seemed to have turned into an ink painting in the misty rain, as if he was separated from the mortal world.
After Shui Qianqian finished speaking, she felt a little nervous and uneasy.
She didn't know if Rong Jin was willing to hold a ceremony with her now.
She didn't know why she suddenly said those words from the bottom of her heart just now. Perhaps she was touched by him during this period of time.
Perhaps she didn't want to see the strong helplessness in his eyes.
She also wanted to make him happy.
However, Rong Jin didn't say anything. He didn't show any expression, and she was panicking.
After all, she had a psychological trauma too. She had proposed to Rong Jin many times.
She had also taken the initiative to take off her clothes and seduce him. Although that was a matter of one or two years ago, it had also left a shadow in her heart.