"Oh, no," I gasped as he slid down onto one knee.

"Be nice," he muttered.

I took a deep breath.

"Isabella Swan?" He looked up at me through his impossibly long lashes, his golden eyes soft but, somehow, still scorching. "I promise to love you forever - every single day of forever. Will you marry me?"

There were many things I wanted to say, some of them not nice at all, and others more disgustingly gooey and romantic than he probably dreamed I was capable of. Rather than embarrass myself with either, I whispered, "Yes."

"Thank you," he said simply. He took my left hand and kissed each of my fingertips before he kissed the ring that was now mine.

PS. 最近疯狂迷上了Twilight，看完电影看小说，看得很是纠结。果然小说中很多东西是电影无法描绘的。发几张电影宣传照：

这是我个人最喜欢的一张海报，摄影师很有水平

Cullen一家的孩子们，怀疑是从DVD上截下来的

Cullen's

第二部的宣传照吧？

拍摄角度刚好