An'an's eyelashes fluttered, she gradually stopped resisting. She ran her fingertips over that hard object, it was really… a ring.
He had tied the ring on a red string and placed it nearest to his heart. What was his intention behind that?
An'an's heart instantly palpitated.
He wore a ring around his neck.
Was he going to propose to someone?
Who was it?
An'an felt as though her fingertip was burned by that ring around his neck, it caused her heart to flutter.
A few ladies started having a conversation outside. "That's strange, I clearly heard some sounds, just right here."
"That's right, I heard it too. Someone was asking for help, it sounded like… Miss An'an."
"Perhaps you guys heard it wrong, I didn't hear it and there's no one here anyway."
The few ladies started gossiping again, "Speaking of Miss An'an, she can really have her entire life written into a novel."
"What do you mean? Spill the beans now!"
