The obedient girl glances up, and the tyrannical tycoon kneels down to pamper her.

Luo Huai stared at him blankly for a long time. Xing Yanzhao didn't urge him, but just knelt quietly, still holding the ring in his hand.

It wasn't until Luo Yunshang called out "Sister?" that Luo Huai came back to his senses and slowly extended his hand.

While other women would be moved to tears by their boyfriend's proposal, she wasn't; all she could see was happiness.

Although the order was wrong, she still got a proposal, but there was no one else cheering or making a fuss; it was just their relatives and friends.

The ring was on her ring finger; it was a very simple ring.

Xing Yanzhao stood up and asked, "This isn't an exaggeration, you can wear it out now, right?"

Luo Huai: "..."

Luo Huai chuckled softly; so that was his plan.

She said, "I won't pick it... um!"

Xing Yanzhao cupped her face and kissed her again. A tingling, electric sensation coursed through her for a moment. In the past, Luo Huai would blush even when hugging her in the street, but now she had become used to it. She had kissed him in front of the entire school this morning, but now she only kissed him for a few seconds in front of her relatives and friends, and the feeling of shyness vanished in an instant.

After the kiss, Xing Yanzhao said, "I'd like to have another wedding ceremony. I'd like to ask for your opinion."

Luo Huai was taken aback again, then smiled and said, "Alright, Shuangshuang and Sister Yunshang can be bridesmaids."

She tiptoed and hugged Xing Yanzhao, and the two went downstairs hand in hand.

Luo Huai asked, "What should we do with this platform?"

Xing Yanzhao said, "It won't be a waste. We'll open it up for graduates to take photos after we leave."

"Then let's take some more pictures." Luo Huai pulled his hand, and Zhu Shuangshuang immediately took over the task of taking pictures for them. Professor Luo and his wife also had something to do and left, reminding their daughter who stayed behind to be careful not to get too tired.

Kuangye said from the side, "Professor Luo, Professor Lin, don't worry, we're here."

The two elders didn't notice his pause and left with a smile.

Luo Yunshang gave him a meaningful look, then went over to help Grandma Kuang and said, "Grandma, let me take some photos of you as a souvenir. Didn't you just say it was your first time here?"

"Okay, thank you, Xiaoyun." Grandma Kuang originally wanted to call her Xiaoluo, but thought it wouldn't be good for such a pretty and well-educated girl to have such a name. Xiaoshang sounded like "Xiaochang" (small intestine), which was even worse.

So we named him Xiaoyun (Little Cloud). The clouds floating in the sky are so white and beautiful, it suits us perfectly!

"Xiaoyun, do you think this will work?"

"Okay, Grandma, stand still."

At 3 o'clock sharp, the other graduates rushed over immediately, and seeing that someone was already taking pictures, they ran even faster.

A girl, lifting her skirt, ran up to the scene next to the locust tree and said excitedly, "Classmates, you came so fast!"

"I heard someone just proposed here? Is it true? Did you see it?"

Luo Huai glanced at Xing Yanzhao and said with a smile, "I saw it."

"Oh my god! You guys are so lucky! Someone managed to take a picture from afar, but it was so blurry. We were running ahead and thought we'd made it, but we missed it!" The girl said with a hint of regret, "I shouldn't have worn those high heels! Proposing during graduation season, how romantic!"

Xing Yanzhao turned his head and asked, "Is it romantic?"

Luo Huai also asked him, "Is it romantic?"

The two looked at each other and smiled.

"Yes, yes, yes! Hold on! Just like that! Absolutely stunning!" Zhu Shuangshuang snapped a photo, capturing the moment when the two gazed at each other tenderly.

She was very happy with the photo and insisted that it be printed out and made into a poster for the wedding day.

Luo Huai was so attached to her that he couldn't move, so he smiled and nodded, saying okay, and even recorded it as evidence.

Happy times fly by, and it was almost time for the evening performance. Since the school already knew that Xing Yanzhao was coming, and that graduate Luo Huai was Xing's wife, the leaders were waiting at the entrance early. When they saw Mr. Kuang from Chaoye Technology, his grandmother, and the woman who looked like Mr. Kuang's female companion, they led the five of them to the middle of the second row, which was also the best spot to watch the show.

Zhu Shuangshuang and Lao Shen went to the back row to find seats. The lights in the auditorium were on. Lao Shen suddenly saw Han Zhang and wondered if he was seeing things. After confirming, he pulled Zhu Shuangshuang to sit down.

"Old Han! What brings you here? Is there a performance at your school?"

Han Zhang was clearly surprised to run into Lao Shen, and a look of astonishment flashed across his eyes. But when he saw Zhu Shuangshuang next to him, he seemed to understand.

"There is a program," Han Zhang smiled, but did not invite the two to sit down.

Old Shen pulled the people down to sit, while Zhu Shuangshuang was still fiddling with the photos. Although photos of handsome men and beautiful women don't need heavy retouching, a little editing will always make them more beautiful.

The graduation party featured a variety of exciting and entertaining performances. Old Shen, a lover of excitement, would applaud and cheer frequently. Zhu Shuangshuang, who was also a restless person, couldn't help but praise the wonderful performances.

The two of them huddled together, resembling a loudspeaker at the village entrance. Han Zhang glanced at them several times but ultimately said nothing.

He didn't reply, but seemed to be waiting for something.

After a while, Lao Shen asked, "When does your school's program start? Is it for the first or second year of high school? Wait, the seniors you teach have all finished their exams, so there shouldn't be any programs for your class, right?"

"I'm not quite sure," Han Zhang said evasively. "I'm just here to join in the fun."

"You little rascal, you know how to join in the fun, huh?" Old Shen looked at him with a disbelief.

The host on stage was announcing the program, and it happened to be the time for the dance performed by the teachers and students of the affiliated high school.

Old Shen: "We've arrived, we've arrived."

Han Zhang sat upright and solemnly.

The music started playing; it was an old song from ten years ago. Old Shen said, "Are there still people listening to this song? If you're not old enough, you wouldn't even know it."

"Is it that old?" Zhu Shuangshuang said, "We heard about it when we were kids."

“When this song and the movie were popular, we were seventeen or eighteen years old. Almost everyone around us could sing it, especially Zhao and his friends when they were in high school…” Old Shen nudged Han Zhang with his elbow, “Right? When you were in high school, this song was often played on the radio, and it was performed at all kinds of cultural performances.”

"Yes." Han Zhang nodded, not saying much, indicating that he would leave it at that.

Looking at the ballet on stage, Zhu Shuangshuang said, "This dance looks pretty basic."

"You might not think it's that beautiful now, but back in the day, the girl dancing to that song would have been the dream girl of countless boys," Old Shen said with a smile. "But I didn't. I don't really appreciate it; I just think it's pretty impressive."

Zhu Shuangshuang said "Oh," and then asked, "Why do I need to explain?"

"If you want to explain, then explain." Old Shen looked at her and noticed that Zhu Shuangshuang's ears were a little red, perhaps because of the lighting.

He looked away and continued, "I feel like I've seen this dance somewhere before. Hey, Lao Han, isn't this the dance you and Zhao... often do?"

A gentle beam of white light shone on the woman in the white dress in the center of the stage.

"Holy crap!" Old Shen was so shocked when he saw the woman's face that he almost stood up.

People around looked over.

Zhu Shuangshuang turned her head: "What's wrong?"

Old Shen turned to Han Zhang and asked, "How did Guo Hui end up on your school's program?"

Han Zhang pursed his lips and explained, "She's the instructor for this program, and I only found out yesterday."

Old Shen was shocked for a moment, then looked worriedly towards the middle of the second row.

Kuang Ye and Xing Yanzhao frowned simultaneously, their eyes fixed on Guo Hui on the stage.

Luo Huai had noticed it long ago. From the moment the music started to the dance, the seemingly simple movements were like magnets, drawing Zhao Ge's gaze.

Especially when the woman in the center of the dance appeared, Zhao Ge's pupils visibly contracted.

The woman on stage also glanced in their direction, seemingly casually.

Luo Huai's heart tightened.

They seemed to know each other, or even more than just know each other.