"Fán'er! Fán'er, come with me quickly to find Old Tree Uncle! I want to marry you." Seeing that he remained deep in thought and showed no sign of playing along, Chen Liushang pulled on his sleeve and dashed excitedly toward the old tree before he could collect his thoughts.
Reluctantly, Ming Fan let himself be pulled along. Looking at her petite back, he unconsciously recalled her figure from back when she was the Spirit Lord—they were an exact match. A sudden, bittersweet sweetness welled up in his heart. He allowed himself to be led along half-willingly; however reluctant he might have been before, he was willing now, even if it was just a false game.
"Fán'er, do you take me to be your wife?" Standing beneath the old tree, she tugged him along, blinking her innocent eyes wide. With both hands, she grasped Ming Fan's large hand, staring intently into his deep gaze as she asked with earnest solemnity.
Chapter 85