A Crazy Love Proposal
Chapter 136 - 136 Actions speak louder than words in 81

Chapter 136: Actions speak louder than words in Chapter 81 Chapter 136: Actions speak louder than words in Chapter 81 “I got two of them today, Wen Bank’s promotion is so generous with money, you can get one at every subway entrance.”

As people passed by her, Yun Yuwan watched their hands clutching fish balls.

Such a big one, even larger than a fist—where are there fish balls this huge?

It has nothing to do with Sonoda Umi.

Of course, it doesn’t.

Because this isn’t Sonoda Umi’s merchandise.

This is, Yun Yuwan’s merchandise.

Realizing something, her steps slowed as she got off the subway, and it was only by Lin Chu wearing a mask and sunglasses, clutching her arm as they walked, that she could regain her composure.

Yun Yuwan thought of that phrase for no reason.

facta non verba.

Actions speak louder than words.

The crowd bustled to and fro, and in the underground passage beyond the escalator, the ceaselessly changing electronic screens all displayed a cartoon character with round eyes and cherry lips, clutching the hem of her dress, variously sitting, standing, lying down, or pounding the floor in tears.

Office workers rushed by with their coffee and headphones, tourists dragged their suitcases discussing their itinerary excitedly, elderly people carried canvas bags, and groups of international high school students chattered, occasionally discussing the character on the ads.

Amidst the hustle and bustle, Yun Yuwan passed the first electronic screen, and in front of the expansive screen, she seemed especially slender and graceful.

The Q-version of the little girl had a gardenia hair clip on her head, her thick hair fluttered by the breeze, and atop her head was Maple.

His expression back then was cold; she thought he didn’t care, but it turns out he remembered the gardenia hair clip she wore that day.

The second image showed a round-faced little girl fallen on the ground, legs in the air, with dazed eyes represented by a horizontal cross, and her tongue sticking out. Looking closely, there were blue fragments scattered beside her.

Others were also looking at the anime collaboration posters, some even specifically came to take pictures.

“What are these blue things? Is there such a scene in the anime?”

“Since it’s Umi, it must be stage scenery beside her.”

“Right, she often performs on stage, this collaboration has made so many scenes I’ve never seen before.”

The ads didn’t mention any collaboration, but everyone took it for granted.

The sound of photography began, and Yun Yuwan, with a profile cold as frost and a slender, fair neck, stood out strikingly in her white bamboo-leaf pleated long dress like a clear lotus, exceptionally beautiful. Though people came and went, she stood still like a protagonist frozen in a film scene, attracting passersby to take another glance.

“Hey, that beauty next to it looks a bit like Umi.”

“She does look quite similar.”

Yun Yuwan looked at the blue fragments, but her heart had its suspicions.

It wasn’t stage scenery.

It was Blue Coral.

The Blue Coral she broke.

Lin Chu had already let go of her hand, but she didn’t realize it, engrossed in watching one electronic poster after another.

The little character, out of breath from running, opened her hands and leaned on the roadside railing.

She sat on the carpet, elbows also propped on it, hands cupping her face as she read manga.

Her hand rested unconsciously on the edge of the screen.

If it was drawn for her, there actually should be another person there.

Because she was always held by someone when reading manga.

The subway was filled with people rushing past shoulder to shoulder, but only Yun Yuwan lingered, as if wanting to see every detail of each drawing clearly.

The little character wore a Sea Salt Cupcake blue dress, wiggling her butt.

Sneakily leaning against the window, she seemed to be peeping at someone, her big eyes round and bulging.

These weren’t one-to-one drawings of the manga, but Q-version avatars with oversized heads and diminutive hands and legs.

This style, she originally didn’t know.

But just now, she recognized it elsewhere.

She knew where it came from.

She had always wanted someone to paint her portrait, and indeed, someone very good at drawing had already done so, during those years when she didn’t know, when she pitied herself for having no home.

The thing she always longed for was within reach. She was loved by the one she loved, tangled in his affection, though he never expressed it to her.

Why didn’t he tell her before?

Descending to the train platform, the train roared in, and the electronic announcement sounded at the same time:

“Passengers, the train is about to arrive at the station. This train’s final destination—Fengbang. Please wait for the train in an orderly manner.”

She followed the crowd and queued in the waiting area.

But once she entered the subway, she realized that Line 14 had been wrapped in an advertisement, with cartoon characters—without earlobes, with very round and large eyes, and round faces—covering the train carriages.

Next to the seats, the inner walls of the subway were plastered with advertising stickers.

The whole carriage resembled a comic convention scene.

Yun Yuwan was taken aback.

She had just boarded the carriage and then stopped.

A young girl with short, chubby fingers pointed at the cartoon on the carriage: “Mommy, it’s a doll figure.”

The voice of a young mother rose: “Yes, it’s as cute as our Nannan.”

Nannan.

“Nannan, eat your food well, and once you’ve finished, Brother will buy you something from the art gallery as a reward.”

“I could never have imagined it in the wardrobe; Nannan is really creative.”

“Nannan sent it to Brother herself, so why do you think Brother has it?”

Yun Yuwan’s figure stood in the carriage, those unintentional mentions of Nannan all flitted through her mind in an instant, his casual pampering.

The other people in the train also noticed the advertisement: “The subway is covered in such cartoony stuff…”

Someone sent a message on their phone: “Baby, I’m telling you, today’s Line 14 is filled with your favorite anime character.”

Most people remained silent, after all, not recognizing the niche anime character, but they all noticed the stickers; their gaze lingered a moment longer before silently shifting away.

Suddenly a boy approached to strike up a conversation: “Sister, you really look like this character, as if you have been cut out from the picture.”

A few kids with backpacks gathered around her.

Yun Yuwan curved her lips into a smile: “Seems like there is a bit of resemblance.”

The mechanical female voice of the subway’s announcement system sounded.

“Wen Commercial Bank reminds you that the next stop is The Bund. The door on the left side will open. Please be careful when disembarking.”

The kids holding basketballs and backpacks waved at her with bright smiles, discussing as they prepared to get off.

She responded with a smile.

Another wave of passengers came aboard, and some casually noticed the young girl standing in front of them resembled the animated character; they glanced at Yun Yuwan, then at the stickers, yet no one spoke out.

The subway announcement rang again: “Holt South Road station has arrived. You can reach Wen Commercial Bank at this station. The door on the left side will open. Please watch your step when disembarking.”

Just hearing Wen Commercial Bank made Yun Yuwan feel a twinge in her nose.

People in the subway began to get up from their seats one after another; Yun Yuwan also let go of the handrail in the elevator. As the crowd surged, tears in Yun Yuwan’s eyes flickered in and out of sight. She followed the stream of people off the train, only to see more Sonoda Umi outside.

Countless Sonoda Umi posters, from the escalators to the inside of the subway, from the inside of the train to outside.

The posters and large screens covered the entire subway station.

For a moment, she felt the urge to cry.

Her phone rang in her hand; she looked down at it.

Lin Chu: “Baby, we’re getting off at Xujiahui; I’ll wait for you at Xujiahui~”

She transferred within the station, with people passing by her constantly, occasionally overhearing a comment or two.

“…It’s similar.”

“My childhood friend loves Umi. If he saw this beauty, he’d probably go crazy.”

“No need for makeup with such cosplay, so pretty… such big eyes.”

Those who didn’t recognize Sonoda Umi passed by Yun Yuwan whispering: “That girl is so beautiful, she really looks like the cartoon character on the train.”

“Someone really does look like a manga character…”

“So beautiful.”

Halfway along her journey, someone approached her, asking politely yet excitedly: “Can we take a photo with you? We absolutely love Sonoda Umi. Just riding this subway made us so happy, and we never expected to meet a beauty who looks so much like Umi.”

She hesitated slightly: “Yes.”

The two girls were overjoyed.