Pure Love Imprisoned: My Ex-Boyfriend, Who Blamed Me, Imprisoned Me in Love

The trunk of a car can be used to store miscellaneous items or flowers.

Lin Mian couldn't help but secretly observe He Duoye's expression, trying to discern something.

He Duoye lowered his head slightly, meeting Lin Mian's gaze, and raised an eyebrow: "What's wrong?"

Lin Mian turned her head away, deciding not to think about it for now, since she would see it soon anyway.

The two quickly arrived at the trunk of the black SUV, its square trunk tall and large. Lin Mian found herself still a little nervous, her mind uncontrollably flashing through melodramatic scenes from TV dramas.

For example, flowers and colorful lights.

He Duoye reached out and opened the trunk, revealing the space inside little by little. It was black, very clean and tidy, with a rectangular black box placed in the middle.

"..."

Having seen more of the world, Lin Mian recognized it at a glance: it was a gun box.

He Duoye flicked the latch with his fingers, opened the box, and sure enough, there was a sniper rifle inside.

It's really not surprising at all.

Lin Mian said expressionlessly, "You gave me this to teach me how to operate a sniper rifle?"

She had practiced sniping before; this kind of long-range sniping not only depends on individual talent but also requires a lot of time and bullets to practice. Lin Mian fired more than a dozen shots but couldn't even find the bullet trajectories, completely disoriented.

Moreover, the gun was completely useless to Lin Mian; she wasn't Smith the killer.

"What's this for you?" He Duoye was incredibly irritating. He picked up the gun, his long, slender fingers tracing its shaft. "This is for myself."

Lin Mian: "..."

She turned and left.

He Duoye put his arm around her shoulder and brought her back: "Don't go yet, I have something to do."

Lin Mian suppressed her emotions: "What is it?"

It's best if it's something serious.

He Duoye pointed to another car parked next to him: "Help me carry my luggage."

Seeing that he didn't move, Lin Mian immediately knew that the gift was in the car. No matter how much He Duoye would act shamelessly, he wouldn't let Lin Mian carry her luggage.

Luggage is just an excuse.

She felt her heart suddenly race; the car was just a few steps away, but she couldn't move.

He Duoye put his arm around her waist and led her forward. After taking just one step, the trunk popped open automatically with a click, and a sea of ​​light pink flowers instantly bloomed before their eyes.

The long-sealed fragrance of flowers wafted over on the night breeze.

The warm yellow lights illuminated the pale flowers, making them appear delicate and fluffy, like a cluster of romantically blooming clouds.

He Duoye hugged her from behind. Every time this happened, he would do this, hiding behind Lin Mian so that she wouldn't see his face or expression.

Sometimes He Duoye is a coward.

"How is it? Do you like it?" He Duoye asked her.

Lin Mian nodded. Only then did she remember that she had talked about this with He Duoye before. Once, on Qixi Festival, which was also Valentine's Day, they went to the cinema to watch a romantic movie. The movie itself was terrible, but the scene of a proposal with flowers in the trunk was filmed beautifully and romantically.

On the way back, Lin Mian complained to He Duoye about a bunch of movie plots. They were holding hands at the time, and when they were almost at the neighborhood, Lin Mian awkwardly, but pretended to be natural, and said to He Duoye, "But proposing with flowers in the trunk was pretty romantic."

Now that so many years have passed, Lin Mian herself has forgotten about that day, but she didn't expect He Duoye to still remember.

He Duoye took Lin Mian's hand from behind and said, "Then I'll take it as my agreement to marry you."

As he spoke, he put a ring on Lin Mian's finger. It was a plain platinum ring, without diamonds or patterns, so simple and clean that it looked familiar to Lin Mian.

She raised her hand, stared at it for a few seconds, and asked, "This can't be...?"

"Yes, this is the one you bought." He Duoye stuffed another ring into Lin Mian's hand. "Your turn."

He held out his hand, waiting for Lin Mian to put the ring on his finger.

Lin Mian: "...How did you get the ring?"

After saying that, she immediately realized the answer: Mei Li must have secretly taken the ring box while packing her luggage. Mei Li and Mei Zhu were very close twin sisters, so she naturally knew that her sister had taken Lin Mian to buy a ring.

But how did He Duoye know that?

"Did you go through my bag?" Lin Mian asked in disbelief.

He Duoye didn't think there was anything wrong with his petty theft. He said, "It's your own fault for not hiding it properly. I saw it when I was hanging your bag up."

"When?"

He Duoye raised his hand: "Are you going to make me wait like this forever?"

Lin Mian: "..."

She held He Duoye's large hand; his fingers were long, with distinct knuckles, his palms were rough, and the back of his hands had many tiny scars. She grasped He Duoye's finger and slowly slipped the ring onto his finger.

The delicate white fabric encircled his rough knuckles, creating a surprisingly sexy contrast.

Lin Mian stared at it for several moments before belatedly realizing that something seemed off. Did they need to wear rings when proposing?

He Duoye held up his hand, looked at it, and commented, "It was a good buy."

Since she'd already put it on, Lin Mian didn't want to press the issue. She asked, "When did you find out?"

He Duoye hugged her waist, resting his chin on Lin Mian's shoulder: "Those two days at the He family's house when you couldn't get out of bed, I kept waiting, but you never mentioned it. I was so anxious I couldn't sleep at night, I even dreamed about it..."

He deliberately whispered in Lin Mian's ear, "You still haven't given me the ring? Are you planning to secretly give it to someone else behind my back?"

Lin Mian punched He Duoye speechlessly.

He Duoye lowered his voice and continued, "So I had no choice but to come myself."

If Lin Mian had known he had already discovered the ring, she should have just thrown it in his face.

The flowers in the trunk were beautiful, and Lin Mian couldn't resist taking a few photos. Among them was a photo of her and He Duoye sitting together on the side of the trunk.

He Duoye leaned back slightly, placing his arm behind Lin Mian as if embracing her. He stretched out one long leg, and his tall and slender figure made Lin Mian next to him appear even more delicate.

The difference in their body types is even more obvious in the photos.

Lin Mian stared at the photo for a long time. They used to take photos together often, but the difference in their body shapes wasn't so obvious back then.

Four years have passed, and He Duoye has completely shed his boyishness, becoming mature and tall. Even in photos, even with a smile on his lips, his eyes still carry a sharp and intimidating quality.

But Lin Mian still looked like she was in her early twenties, with a small figure and face, and skin so white it reflected light, like a soft and tender cloud.

Lin Mian saved the photos, exited the app, and checked today's date: July 15th.

They were still sitting in the trunk. Lin Mian leaned on He Duoye's shoulder, looking up at his profile, which was softly illuminated by the small light.

"We'll take photos again this time next year."

He Duoye looked down at her, and after a second, he smiled and replied, "Okay."