The seasons changed, and the scenery changed along the way.
Gong Zhijing looked at Ling Yucheng with deep affection, her voice choked with emotion, "Husband, why are you so good to me?"
Ling Yucheng's grip on the steering wheel tightened instinctively. Her soft, childish voice calling him "husband" with a hint of tears was irresistible.
"Thank you, husband, I love you!"
Love should be expressed loudly.
Gong Zhijing confessed her feelings earnestly. She rarely expressed herself so directly, but today she was truly touched.
Ling Yucheng glanced at her, his eyes deep and profound, carrying a hidden meaning.
"Good girl, call me husband a few more times."
The emotion Gong Zhijing had painstakingly gathered vanished without a trace. She detected a strong desire in Ling Yucheng's words.
Ling Yucheng waited for a long time, but finding that Gong Zhijing paid him no mind, he had no choice but to give up.
Gazing at the distant scenery, the smile on Gong Zhijing's face grew wider, and her mood brightened.
The car drove out of Linglu Mountain and followed a winding road up another mountain.
Trees were planted every meter along both sides of the mountain road, with many balloons tied to them, their colorful forms stretching upwards along the path.
It was incredibly romantic and full of ceremony.
Even with Gong Zhijing's usual slowness, she sensed something different. She asked, "Did you do all this? Are you going to surprise me?"
Ling Yucheng calmly explained, "This is a scenic area I developed. I'll take you for a tour first."
The hopeful look in Gong Zhijing's eyes dimmed, and her smile faded slightly.
"Oh, I see. That's nice too."
Ling Yucheng's peripheral vision caught her expression. Seeing her like this, he almost couldn't resist telling her the truth, but he forced himself to hold back.
He changed the subject, "Do you think the scenery outside is beautiful?"
Fields of flowers stretched as far as the eye could see, and several hot air balloons floated in the sky.
Clusters of white and yellow gardenias bloomed, complementing the lush green leaves, creating a breathtaking spectacle.
The blue sky, white clouds, bright sun, and gentle breeze swayed the flower branches, releasing waves of fragrance.
The slight disappointment in Gong Zhijing's heart was dispelled by the beauty of the scenery. She gazed out the window, sighing in admiration from time to time.
She leaned by the window and suddenly turned her head to call out, "Ling Yucheng."
Ling Yucheng looked at her and responded, "Mm."
"I think it's beautiful because I'm seeing the flowers with you."
Sharing your joy is the highest form of romance.
Ling Yucheng curved his lips, his gaze exceptionally gentle.
The car stopped at the mountain peak, and they found themselves immersed in a sea of flowers.
Gong Zhijing's eyes were dazzled by the sight of flowers everywhere, stretching across the mountainside. It was overwhelmingly beautiful.
"Do you like it?"
Ling Yucheng asked.
Gong Zhijing naturally loved it. She smiled radiantly, the scent of flowers filling her nostrils.
Ling Yucheng suddenly took her hand and led her forward.
Gong Zhijing, though puzzled, followed his steps.
They walked further and further into the heart of the flower sea, ascending the mountaintop.
The view became increasingly vast.
From a distance, the sea of flowers cascaded downwards. Ling Yucheng suddenly covered her eyes, his voice low and tender.
"Close your eyes, wait for me."
Gong Zhijing's heart began to pound. She bit her lip and playfully chided, "Didn't you say there was no surprise?"
Ling Yucheng remained silent, only embracing her waist from behind.
"Three, two, one."
Ling Yucheng counted down slowly, his hands covering her eyes gradually loosening.
As her vision cleared, Gong Zhijing saw countless colorful balloons ascend into the sky, a truly beautiful sight.
At that moment, a shower of flower petals descended from the sky, transforming the already beautiful flower sea into a heavenly realm.
Gong Zhijing looked up, realizing the petals were being scattered from numerous hot air balloons.
The magnificent and artistic scene before her was beyond description.
She stared blankly at everything, overwhelmed with surprise, her mind a complete blank, utterly incapable of thought.
Watching her astonished expression, a surge of joy welled up in Ling Yucheng's heart. It seemed all his efforts today were not in vain.
He then, with utmost seriousness, took out a ring and knelt before her.
"Zhijing, will you marry me?"
Gong Zhijing's breathing momentarily hitched, as if she could hear her own heartbeat.
She looked down at the man kneeling before her, her heart overflowing with emotion.
These were things she had never dared to dream of, and she had never even imagined what her own wedding would be like.
What woman didn't appreciate these things, didn't appreciate romance?
Although Ling Yucheng had given her nothing before except a marriage certificate, he had provided her with complete security.
Even though she had never cared about such things, she had subconsciously believed that Ling Yucheng loved her more than anything.
Yet, at this moment, Gong Zhijing was deeply moved.
She had underestimated Ling Yucheng's thoughtfulness and his love for her.
Ling Yucheng held out the ring, his voice full of apology.
"I'm sorry, my wife. This is a belated proposal ceremony. I hope you don't mind."
Gong Zhijing reached out, the ring already on her ring finger. She chuckled, "How could I mind? I thought you had already proposed when you gave me this ring."
Ling Yucheng placed the ring on her middle finger and smiled, "My own wife, why not propose a few more times?"
The smile never left Gong Zhijing's face, and her heart felt as sweet as if she had eaten honey.
"The wedding is already being prepared. In a few days, I will take you back to the Gong family to formally propose, present the betrothal gifts, get engaged, and then marry. We will take it step by step."
Gong Zhijing smiled coyly, her heart already brimming with joy.
In the past, these were things she actively avoided because she had no family.
Now, she had everything. As a native of country L, any woman would hope to marry into her husband's family through a formal betrothal and established rites.
Otherwise, it would surely leave regrets in life.
She looked at everything around her, leaning against the person beside her, deeply feeling his sincerity.
Then, the largest hot air balloon descended. Ling Yucheng took Gong Zhijing's hand and led her into it. Slowly, they ascended into the sky.
Looking down from above, the sea of flowers converged with the blue sky and white clouds. In the distance, they could even see their home on Linglu Mountain.
The wind was stronger up in the air.
Her hair fluttered, and her skirt billowed.
Ling Yucheng held her, his lips close to her ear, and whispered tenderly, "Wife, I love you."
"Thank you, husband."
Gong Zhijing slowly turned, embraced his neck, and deeply kissed him on the lips.
Ling Yucheng's eyes deepened, and he naturally pulled the soft body in his arms closer, intensifying the kiss.
They held each other tightly, the blue sky, white clouds, flower sea, and gentle breeze, every blade of grass and tree, witnessing the beauty of this moment.
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