"Sigh!" Mason Nightshade sighed helplessly, "I wanted to give you the best, but it turned out like this instead. I guess this is probably the most irresponsible proposal? Sitting in a wheelchair, with my least healthy body, asking you to marry me."
A bitter smile emerged on Mason Nightshade's lips.
Aurelia Shaw lowered her head and kissed Mason Nightshade's lips, looking at him earnestly, "None of this matters. If you have to spend the rest of your life in a wheelchair, do you plan on never marrying me?"
Mason Nightshade furrowed his brow.
His first reaction was not to marry, but after pondering for a moment, he thought of the possibility — to let her go, never to have her, never to touch her again...
The thought of such a possibility made Mason Nightshade's heart ache, and his dark eyes suddenly dimmed.
