"A token of love?" Xu Rouguang uncontrollably blushed at the idea.
What were the tokens of love? Weren't that exactly gifts from men to their women, signifying their love for them? Weren't they a physical display of someone's commitment? A loving gesture? A promise of affection and doting? If Xu Rouguang did receive a token of love from Emodao in the old world... wouldn't it be confusing why they didn't seem to know each other? They even dared to kill.
Upon thinking about the unknown part of their story, Xu Rouguang's red face grew immensely dark. He held onto his left hand, his thumb feeling the beautiful ring. If this ring was indeed his treasure from Emodao... then what made them want to spill each other's blood?
Director Cheng could peer into the hearts of people. He didn't need to ask what was on the other's mind. He could feel the growing pain and confusion, but there was nothing he could do to help. The old man only reached out and picked out his teacup from the table.
