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To tell the truth, Chloe Simpson watched Lucas Hughes kneeling on the ground like this, and her heart almost stopped beating.
In her ears, echoing back and forth without end, were Lucas's words: Nothing is more important than her.
Five years of memories, all the little fragments between her and Lucas Hughes in the past, at this moment, were playing before her eyes, like a movie—scene after scene, unceasing.
She looked at Lucas's bloodshot eyes and could no longer bring herself to say a single word of refusal.
"Lucas, can you get up first? The ground is cold."
Finally, Chloe's lips parted and pressed together several times before she managed to say just this one sentence.
"No, Chloe, I told you, as long as you don't agree to my request, I'll keep kneeling here and won't get up."
Hearing Chloe's words about the ground being cold, Lucas became even more certain that Chloe would eventually agree to him.
