Qiu Yingying is reborn and bound to a learning system.

On the afternoon of the last day of the holiday, Meng Yanchen drove to pick up Qiu Yingying. She had just straightened her long hair in front of the mirror and opened the door for him. When she saw him push the door open and enter, her eyes lit up instantly.

"I'll take you somewhere." He smiled and took her hand. His palm was warm and dry, carrying a reassuring power.

The car smoothly drove into a high-end styling salon in the city. The hairstylist had been waiting for a long time and carefully styled her hair into fluffy and soft curls. The makeup artist used a clear base makeup to bring out the charm between her eyebrows and eyes, and finally applied a touch of gentle mauve lip gloss.

When the white princess dress adorned with rhinestones was presented, Qiu Yingying couldn't help but exclaim in surprise—the layered skirt resembled shattered moonlight, and the neckline and cuffs were embroidered with exquisite silver thread patterns, shimmering with light as she moved. Paired with a small pearl crown, she stood in front of the mirror and truly had the illusion of being in a fairy tale, her skin as smooth as jade and her eyes filled with starlight.

Meng Yanchen looked at her with eyes so tender they could melt water: "So beautiful." He himself wore a well-tailored black suit, which made his figure appear even taller and more slender. A silver brooch was pinned to his collar, echoing her crown, making him look every bit the elegant and noble prince.

The car drove away from the city and headed towards a mountain resort in the suburbs. The further inland it went, the more serene the scenery became, with lush trees lining both sides of the road and occasional unidentified wildflowers dotting the landscape.

Upon arriving at the villa, Qiu Yingying was once again stunned by the sight before her. The ornate wrought iron gate slowly opened, revealing a path covered with rose petals that stretched into the depths. At the end of the path stood a pumpkin carriage, its wheels adorned with warm yellow star lights, and its body decorated with fresh white roses and lilies of the valley. The driver, dressed in a retro suit, respectfully opened the carriage door for them.

"Wow!" Qiu Yingying covered her mouth, her eyes full of surprise. She turned to look at Meng Yanchen, who was smiling at her with undisguised doting in his eyes.

As you ride in the pumpkin carriage and slowly enter the heart of the resort, you are greeted by vast fields of flowers on both sides. Purple lavender and pale pink baby's breath intertwine to form a sea of ​​color. A gentle breeze carries the fragrance of flowers, along with the fresh scent of grass and trees.

The pumpkin carriage finally stopped in the small square in the center of the flower sea, which was decorated to be even more romantic. White gauze curtains fluttered in the wind, and a small fountain stood in the center, the water splashing up and reflecting a rainbow of colors.

Meng Yanchen got out of the car first, then turned around and reached out to carefully help Qiu Yingying down. He asked her to sit on a white bench nearby, while he walked to a staff member not far away and took a large bouquet of blooming purple flowers—forget-me-nots and purple roses that she had mentioned liking. The buds were full and the color was rich, tied with a silver ribbon and decorated with a few small pearls.

He held the bouquet and walked towards her step by step, his steps steady, his eyes focused as if the whole world consisted only of her. Reaching her, he slowly knelt on one knee, looked up at her, and said in a gentle yet firm voice, "Yingying, do you remember what I said to you in the ruins?"

Qiu Yingying nodded, her nose slightly tingling as images of supporting each other in dire straits flooded her mind. "It was too rushed and chaotic back then. I always felt I owed you something." He gently took her hand, his fingertips tracing the back of her hand. "A good relationship should begin with flowers, confessions, and heartfelt sincerity, not with you hastily accepting it during such a difficult time."

He took a deep breath, his eyes brimming with sincere affection: "Qiu Yingying, from the first time I met you, to walking side by side with you later, feeling your kindness, passion and resilience, my heart has long been filled with you. You are like a ray of light, illuminating my originally mundane life, letting me understand that love can be so warm and so powerful."

I want to see all the world's wonders with you, experience the everyday joys and sorrows of life together, and face every day of the future together. Will you be the leading lady in my life?

The words of his confession still echoed in her ears when Meng Yanchen took out a stack of exquisite cards from a velvet box he carried with him—pink beauty salon cards, nail salon cards, gold-embossed massage cards, as well as theater tickets, concert tickets, VIP cards for hot spring resorts, more than a dozen in total, and gift cards. "I prepared these after consulting my mother," he said with a smile, handing the cards to her. "I know you work hard, and I know you don't lack money, but I just wanted you to be able to use them when you need them. That way, I'll feel like my boyfriend has a real presence. I want you to relax more, go wherever you want, do whatever you want, we'll do it together."

Before Qiu Yingying could recover from his thoughtfulness, he took her hand again and led her to the parking area beside the flower field—where a brand-new pink sports car was parked, very similar to the one they had in Dali, but completely new, with smooth and beautiful lines, gleaming gently under the starlight. "This is for your little pink," he said, opening the car door, "from now on, please have your girlfriend take me for a drive."

Qiu Yingying's eyes reddened, and she wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, but her smile was exceptionally bright. From her bag—actually, from her system space—she took out an antique wooden box, gently opened it, and inside lay a piece of warm, translucent Hetian jade, its texture delicate, its color even, and it shimmered with a soft glow under the light. "Okay, I accept your confession once again. This is a gift for you." She handed him the wooden box, her voice slightly choked with emotion. "It will bring you peace and safety. I hope you will have a smooth and healthy life from now on." This Hetian jade was something she had exchanged for with points in the learning system; she had prepared it beforehand.

Meng Yanchen took the wooden box, his fingertips tracing the warm, smooth texture of the Hetian jade, a surge of warmth welling up inside him. He pulled her into his arms, resting his chin on the top of her head, and whispered, "Thank you, Yingying."

The confession had barely faded, and Meng Yanchen was still embracing Qiu Yingying, when suddenly the first cluster of dazzling fireworks exploded in the night sky. The fireworks, with their silvery tails, shot straight into the heavens, blooming into countless stars against the dark blue sky. Then came the second, and the third.

Countless fireworks rose into the sky one after another, red like the sunset, pink like mist, and gold like scattered gold dust. The most stunning were the pale purple fireworks, echoing the sea of ​​lavender at their feet. Layer upon layer of light waves poured down, truly becoming a dazzling fireworks rain.

Qiu Yingying looked up at the fireworks, her cheeks flushed red, and she couldn't hide the smile on her lips. She turned to look at Meng Yanchen and met his gentle eyes. They smiled at each other, needing no words, their hearts filled with sweetness.

At this moment, the two of them were like a princess and prince in a fairy tale, but their happiness was concrete and vivid.

Meng Yanchen held her hand tightly, his fingertips tracing the lines on her palm, and whispered, "I've long wanted to give you a confession like this, so that all the beauty in the world can bloom for you." Qiu Yingying leaned on his shoulder, listening to the sounds of fireworks around her, feeling the warmth of his palm, and surrounded by the fragrance of flowers and the smell of fireworks. Suddenly, she felt that all her waiting and anticipation had found the most perfect answer at this moment.

As the last cluster of fireworks bloomed into a heart shape in the sky and slowly fell, Meng Yanchen lowered his head and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead. "Yingying, for the rest of my life, it's all you." The afterglow of the fireworks bathed the two of them, outlining their warm silhouettes. Qiu Yingying's nose suddenly stung, and her eyes instantly welled up with tears. All the grievances and uncertainties that had been bottled up inside her were transformed into scalding tears in the dazzling light and shadow of the fireworks.

She used to think that romance was just an embellishment in other people's stories, an unreal scene in a TV drama. She was just an ordinary girl, used to living a routine life, used to taking "stability" as her greatest expectation, and never dared to hope that someone would carefully prepare such a grand confession for her, turning the lavender fields and fireworks into a backdrop that belonged only to her.

She always felt that someone as gentle, calm, and thoughtful as Meng Yanchen must have a refined and distant world, but she never imagined that he would pour all his care and romance into her.

She sniffed, raised her hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes, but couldn't help but laugh. That laugh, tinged with tears, was more dazzling than fireworks. "Meng Yanchen," her voice trembled slightly, yet remained crystal clear, "I have never received such romance before, and I never imagined I could have such things."

Meng Yanchen tightened his grip on her hand, gently stroking her hair with his other hand, his movements as tender as if he were cherishing a rare treasure. "Silly girl," his voice was deep and gentle, carrying the lingering glow of fireworks and the fragrance of a sea of ​​flowers, "you deserve all the good things in the world. You didn't have them before, but you have me now."

Qiu Yingying moved closer to him, her head gently resting on his shoulder. She listened to his strong heartbeat, felt the warmth of his embrace, and was surrounded by the fragrance of flowers, the scent of fireworks, and his fresh, clean breath. This romantic shower of fireworks not only witnessed their confession but also illuminated their path together in the future.

Amidst a sea of ​​flowers, twinkling lights and fragrant blossoms, the two figures embracing each other resemble the most beautiful ending in a fairy tale. Their story has only just begun its sweetest chapter.