"It's not corny," he laughed. "Not at all. And if it is, well, it's our fucking engagement!!" Phichit sniffled and wiped his nose on his sleeve. "Please be your absolute corniest, Emil. I love you so much, /tîi rák."

He ended up in Emil's lap, watching his boyfriend's soft, beautiful eyes as he gazed at the ring on his hand. "I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you. Did you get a ring for yourself? Or can I?"