Xuxu slumped back on the car seat. She then peered out of the window in a daze.
'You promised to marry me when we grow up and even gave me a ring.'
Xin Yanting's red plastic ring haunted her like a curse in her mind.
"Wen Xuxu, why are you being so petty? You know that Yan Rusheng doesn't care about the ring at all," Xuxu inwardly chided herself.
Yan Rusheng quietly glanced at Xuxu through the rearview mirror. He was sure that something was bugging her, and so he broke the silence. "Wife, what made you so sad?"
"Just drive." Xuxu rolled her eyes at Yan Rusheng. She continued looking at the passing scenery.
Yan Rusheng knew that she was angry with him, and somehow he also knew the reason why.
He turned his head and looked amused. "Are you still thinking about that ring?"
