Don’t Wait for Your Boyfriend in the Crematorium

 

“These… seem a bit cliché, and you already know that I love you, so it might not be very surprising…”

 

Ren Shuhan led Jiang Qingyue to the middle of the flower field, knelt down on one knee on the grassy lawn adorned with blooming daisies, and took out a ring.

 

“But I love you very much. I want to be with you forever. I can’t imagine being with anyone else. This is the first time I’m saying it out loud. I don’t know if it can be considered a surprise for you.”

 

Before this, Ren Shuhan had written numerous little poems and even arranged reminders from the system to prevent forgetting his words. But now, he couldn’t say any of them, nor could he hear the system’s continuous prompting.

 

He could only say the words that his heart truly wanted to say, which came out spontaneously. He could only hear Jiang Qingyue’s voice alone.

 

Jiang Qingyue gasped, made a small sound, and cutely covered his face with both hands. He didn’t shed tears but smiled and nodded vigorously, with his ponytail swaying behind his head.

 

Ren Shuhan finally released his tightly clenched left fist but didn’t know where to put his hand. He just raised the ring on his right hand high, smiling as he asked, “So, would you like to spend your life with me?”

 

“Yes, yes,” Jiang Qingyue couldn’t wait and pulled him up. “I do.”

 

He patiently waited for Ren Shuhan to put the ring on his finger, then caressed Ren Shuhan’s cheek, closed his eyes, and raised his head, offering his own lips.

 

Ren Shuhan turned his face slightly and kissed him.

 

After who knows how long, the two of them separated, panting for breath, both feeling a surge of emotions. Ren Shuhan tilted his head slightly, bending down to kiss from Jiang Qingyue’s lips to his ear, biting on the small red mole, before letting go and spreading his palm, allowing the system to conjure out of thin air the other ring that formed a pair with this one.

 

“Will you put it on me?”

 

Jiang Qingyue’s eyes were still moist, his fingers trembling. It took two tries for him to slide the ring onto Ren Shuhan’s finger.

 

Ren Shuhan held onto his hand, embracing him tightly, feeling his nose tingling1Meaning that he’s so moved he’s about to cry.

 

“Why are you so good to me?” he couldn’t help but lightly reproach Jiang Qingyue. “Why did you agree so easily without giving me a hard time?”

 

Jiang Qingyue’s response came with elongated syllables, sounding a bit coquettish. “How could I bear to give up? I’m already satisfied with your recovery. Besides, I really want to marry you, Young Master. If I didn’t agree, would that be making it difficult for you or for me?”

 

Ren Shuhan didn’t expect him to use the word “marry.” It was clear that Jiang Qingyue remembered their childhood joke, and it made his heart tremble with adoration. He held him tighter and shook him even more.

 

“Mmm, Young Master… I can’t breathe…”

 

Only then did Ren Shuhan release him and sat down with him on the grass.

 

The two of them exchanged silly smiles as they looked at each other for a while.

 

“Why do you seem completely unsurprised?” And not very touched either… Ren Shuhan pinched Jiang Qingyue’s earlobe and ran his hand over his waist, unable to resist the urge to tease him.

 

Jiang Qingyue allowed him to knead and said apologetically, “I read the comments about ‘Acting Deacon.’ Many people said this place would be perfect for a wedding venue.”

 

Ren Shuhan: “…”

 

Fans can make or break you.

 

“But even if I guessed it, I still love it!” Jiang Qingyue quickly added, placing his hands on Ren Shuhan’s shoulders and gently sliding them to his chest, soothing him. “This is exactly how I imagined it.”

 

Ren Shuhan’s face was written with the words: “Alright, I know I’m a boring guy, you don’t need to comfort me anymore.”

 

Jiang Qingyue: …It’s true! My fantasies are also very boring…

 

“Oh, by the way, I took some photos earlier,” Ren Shuhan took out his phone and showed Jiang Qingyue the photo album. “I also recorded a video. I saw that others usually capture the moment. Do you want to take a look?”

 

The photos ranged from Ren Shuhan’s proposal to their kiss, all captured beautifully.

 

“When… When did you take these?” Jiang Qingyue looked around, curious.

 

What did he mean by others usually capturing the moment?

 

Could it be that Young Master has seen many marriage proposal ideas? >///