She let go of Yan Wuxi and walked out of the crowd. Everyone was looking at them, hoping to witness a heartwarming scene of a prince and princess coming together, making their wait an entire afternoon worthwhile.
Su Ziceng lifted her head gently and called out to the lofty Hang Yishao: "Yishao."
Hang Yishao hurriedly knelt on one knee, poking his face through the railing of the cruise ship, eager to hear what Su Ziceng was about to say.
A sudden shock near his ear, the words "Get the hell down" blasted through his eardrums. Even Su Qingzhang, who was quietly observing from the side, was startled by Su Ziceng's roar.
The people on the shore knew immediately that it was over. Who responds to a marriage proposal like that? The revolution had not yet succeeded, the young still needed to work hard.
