As soon as Yu Gangan stepped out of her ward, she saw the pretty boy and her auntie standing in front of a flower bed.
The pretty boy had a bunch of roses in his hands that looked exactly the same as the bunch that Fang Zhihan brought her earlier.
Yu Gangan subconsciously turned her body to avoid their gaze, but she was too late.
The old aunt spotted her from the corner of her eye and started calling from a fair distance away, "Gangan, Gangan..."
At the same time, Yang Tianyou ran as quickly as he could towards her with the roses in his hands. He then kneeled on the floor with one knee and presented a ring to her, "'
Yang Tianyou's sudden poem recital was so lame that it sent chills down Yu Gangan's spine.
