Sun Yuhan tightly grabbed the ring in her hands and clenched her teeth with all her might. She exerted so much strength that blood-red veins started appearing in her eyes.
Although her eyes were bloodshot, she tried not to cry.
Tell me, Lu Yi. What am I to you, what am I to you exactly?
As she screamed shrilly in her head, she was asking herself, and at the same time asking no one at all. However, who could answer her? Was it her, others, or Lu Yi?
When she released her fist, the sapphire ring was still lying in her palm. She wore the ring on her finger, which seemed to be too big for her. She was aware that Yan Huan was wearing the exact same ring as well.
She heard that this was their wedding ring. So what? Ultimately, the ring was now on her finger.
When Lu Yi came home, he seemed to be looking for something.
"Xiao Meng, is there a parcel for me today?" Lu Yi asked his housekeeper.
