"Phew!"
After he placed the ring on Bai Zhiqing's finger, Lu Tianxing let out a long sigh of relief. This thing was too troublesome, more difficult than fighting a war. In ancient times, it wouldn't be so complicated—just offer a betrothal gift, lift the bridal sedan chair, unveil the bride's red head-covering, drink wedding cups of wine, and you could directly head to the bridal chamber. Where did all these modern troubles come from, with proposals, engagements, and all that?
"All right, the most important step is next. Bro, hurry up and stand up, kiss Sister Zhiqing, and make it quick. As the saying goes, 'A proposal is followed by a kiss that seals a lifetime together.' Hurry and kiss Sister Zhiqing, time is of the essence."
