novelraw Chapter 450 - 428: Snowy Confession (2)
Chapter 450 - 428: Snowy Confession (2)
Dudu was stunned by the scene that followed. Once the tablets powered on, their screens pieced together to form a picture - a picture of her.Then, as if flipping through a slideshow, her photos appeared one after another on the large screen created by the tablets. These photos were mostly ones she had posted on her Weibo before, capturing many memories of her and him. But on the night she married Qiao Luchen, she tearfully deleted all of them.
"What... what is this?" Dudu asked, her voice trembling with confusion.
An’an smiled and said, "It is what you see."
"Who, who did this?"
"Such a high-tech confession, who do you think it could be?"
The next scene confirmed An’an’s words as the images of her turned into text: "I’ve been by your side for twenty-four years."
For some reason, Dudu’s eyes welled up with tears upon seeing this. She had posted that phrase when she was eighteen: "I’ve been by your side for eighteen years."
At that time, she always thought he wouldn’t notice her posts, that he wouldn’t know about any of them. She never expected that the memories she deleted would reappear in such a manner before her.
The screen flashed again, showing more words: "Will you marry me again? This time, I will hold your hand."
Warm music started playing from afar, complementing the touching visuals. People in the restaurant gathered by the window, enviously watching the scene in the square, and many took out their phones to capture the beautiful moment.
Snow was falling gently as a man holding a bouquet of bright red roses appeared beside the fountain in the center of the square, his gaze fixed intently in Dudu’s direction.
The scene finally froze on a few big words: "Tongtong, marry me."
An’an nudged the tearful Dudu beside her, smirking mischievously. "Tongtong, go down."
Dudu suddenly came to her senses, sniffing and controlling her emotions. She deliberately replied awkwardly, "There are many Tongtongs, it’s not just me..."
Just as she finished speaking, her phone rang. She reached into her bag, took it out, looked at the caller’s name, then glanced down at the distant figure below, feeling awkward and undecided. Without thinking, she answered the call, "Did you see it?"
Dudu composed herself, took a deep breath, and pretended to be clueless, asking him, "See what?"
He looked up in her direction, his voice coming through the phone, "I know you’re there, come down and get your birthday gift."
"I said... I don’t want it." Her refusal sounded choked up, her eyes still fixed on him.
Wearing a white shirt and black suit like always, holding the bouquet of roses, he looked irresistibly charming, standing in the snow as if he were part of a picturesque scenery from another world.
"Really not coming down to take a look?"
Silently, Dudu criticized him in her heart. He was clearly proposing, yet all he did was set up such a romantic scene without actually saying the proposal words over the phone.
Seeing Dudu hesitated, An’an said, "The snow is getting heavier, Dudu. Look at him dressed so thinly. Go down and have a look. This kind of confession is not something everyone can design. Remember how solitary he used to be. Doing something like this means you really matter to him. The past is the past. At worst, you can deal with him later, just don’t be rash and make both of you suffer in the end."