After a long while, Jialan finally loosened her hold slightly, her cheeks already flushed red.
"I... I just... wasn't... ah!"
Looking at Lin Qiye before her, she finally realized what she had just done. She stammered for a long time without managing a single complete sentence, then simply lowered her head to avoid Lin Qiye's gaze.
Just then, Lin Qiye gently took Jialan's hands. She froze, then looked up at him.
Lin Qiye was looking at her, his eyes more serious than ever before:
"Jialan, marry me."
The words echoed through Jialan's mind, and her body trembled slightly.
For more than two thousand years, sealed within that coffin, she had been surrounded by nothing but its cold walls. If not for the promise they had made back then, she probably would not have been able to endure it.
Countless times, she had recalled that year of traveling with Lin Qiye. Countless times, she had imagined what future they would face once the coffin was opened... but what she imagined most was Lin Qiye proposing to her.
And now, that scene was right before her... in a place she had never expected, in a way she had never imagined.
Jialan opened her mouth to agree, but then seemed to feel that would make her look too eager. So she pretended to ponder in conflicted thought, her delicate brows knitting slightly. She thought through every saddest thing that had ever happened in her life before barely suppressing the smile at the corners of her lips.
Seeing that Jialan was actually hesitating, Lin Qiye was a little bewildered... and judging by her expression, it seemed she was not considering whether to agree, but how to save the universe.
A moment later, Jialan's brows relaxed.
"Fine! I'll agree to it!"
Seeing Jialan's triumphant grin,