Chi Yue was startled.
Suddenly, electronic sparklers burst into life, one after another, in a dazzling array of colors that illuminated the ceiling with a vibrant tapestry of patterns, ebbing and flowing in breathtaking beauty.
The lights gradually brightened. One by one, they lit up the vast space of the indoor plaza. Suddenly, the enchanting music floated into her ears – it was the classic proposal song, "Would You Be My Wife". Amidst the tender and romantic vocals, groups of smiling young men and women appeared from all directions, holding flowers and slowly walking in. With the music's rhythm, they sang in unison:
If you don't know which way to go tomorrow
Stay by Mr. Qiao's side and be his wife, would you?
...
"Miss Chi, marry our Mr. Qiao!"
"Miss Chi, marry our Mr. Qiao!"
"Miss Chi, marry our Mr. Qiao!"
Surrounded by everyone, Chi Yue was dizzied and disoriented. "What are you doing? Qiao Dongyang? You—"