C20 I beg you to marry me

I lay on my bed staring blankly at the ceiling all day, and when Baimo came to talk to me, I wasn't in the mood. I just told him that I was a little tired and wanted to rest and let him paint.

He spent the whole day drawing a picture of me and him, a lovely picture of us when we were five years old. When he showed it to me, my heart skipped a beat, as if something had tugged at it