After entering the auditorium, Fu Jinghen released Wen Qiao's dress hem and considerately squatted down to smooth it out, making it look even better.
From the entrance of the auditorium, there's a long hallway, and only by walking it could one reach the interior of the auditorium.
The two walked side by side, neither speaking to the other, creating a rather quiet atmosphere.
Is today the day he proposes?
Why didn't I see him carrying anything in his pocket? That velvet box wouldn't flatten, so if he had it, his pocket should bulge, right?
Or did he throw away the box and only kept the ring?
But what if he loses the ring, then what?
This was Wen Qiao's inner thoughts.
She shouldn't be very upset, right?
Just now, when I helped her with her dress hem, she didn't refuse, so she shouldn't be very upset.
Everything is still on track.
This was Fu Jinghen's inner thoughts.
The two, each harboring their own thoughts, walked the entire hallway without exchanging a single word.
