In My Desperate Time

Is he proposing to me?
My heart pounds crazily.
"Jane, ever since we were together, there have been so many misunderstandings. Once I did not know how to express my
feelings, and in doing so, I let you down again and again, even hurting you. However, no one knows better than me how much
you mean to me. I am not a sweet talker, nor am I romantic, but I think the beloved should be kept in the heart. That's what I
thought until I lost you."
"I lost my mind and looked for you all over the world, but I missed you time and time again. What was worse, a huge
misunderstanding happened because of me. I pushed you into the depths of despair, and you hated me to the bone for it.
However, I am glad this hatred brought you back to me. No matter why you chose to approach me again, even if you came back
to shoot me in the heart, I would still be happy. At least you're back with me. Fortunately, in the end, we can forget about the bad
blood and let bygones be bygones."
"I want to give you all the warmth and love in me. I want you to be the happiest woman in the world. I want you to have all the
best things, including me."
He's the best? This man is truly shameless.
"Stop it."
I burst out laughing.
However, it seems inappropriate to laugh on such a serious occasion.
This is the first time I've heard Frances say so many words in one go. Normally, he would end the conversation with a few words.
It proves this moment is special.
I clear my throat awkwardly and whisper to him, "Go on."
Frances looks a little helpless as he continues, "Legally speaking, we are already husband and wife. But some gestures are
important to me. And for women, such a romantic occasion comes once in a lifetime, so I have been preparing for a long time for
today. Now, I have mustered my courage. Jane, I love you. Will you marry me?"
As he speaks, he takes out an exquisite and elegant box from his pocket, opens it, pulls out a ring, and puts it on my finger.

It is not a traditional diamond ring, but the gemstone on it is ever so resplendent that I can't take my eyes off it.
Everyone lays his eyes on the ring, which are filled with envy.
I don't know where this ring comes from, but it looks ancient. Moreover, it must be valuable.
I stare at the ring and rub it with my fingers. It grows on me as I admire it.
Where did Frances get it? I fall in love with it right away.
"Frances, where did you get this ring? I find it fabulous," I say to Frances with a smile.
However, why is he looking so gloomy?
I gaze at him in puzzlement until the crowd shout in excitement.
"Say yes!"
...
Only then do I realize that I haven't accepted Frances' propose.
No wonder he looks so glum.
"Then yes."
I nod with tears of happiness welling in my eyes.
Frances stands up and picks me up, spinning around many times. When he puts me down, I feel so dizzy.
Before I can stand still feeling woozy, Frances kisses me fervently.