C150 Proposal 3

He took a step back, his face pale.

His lips were chattering, but he couldn't speak.

He couldn't say a word.

The surroundings suddenly became very quiet. The wind blew through the fig tree, making strange rustling sounds in the night sky.

The ringing of a short letter was insensible to the circumstances, one after another, giving the silent night a sudden sense of impatience