Lin Nuan brought a clean disposable cup to Lin Chen and he received it with his cigarette-wielding hand to place it on the coffee table. After pouring in some hot water from the glass cup, he then tapped the cigarette ashes into the disposable cup.
She lowered her head and thought Lin Chen still had something to say, but up until Lin Chen smoked his last cigarette, not once did he open his mouth to speak another sentence.
Hearing the sound of the cigarette butt being thrown into the disposable cup, Lin Nuan raised her head.
Lin Chen took out a sapphire velvet box from his pocket and placed it in front of Lin Nuan, the knuckles of his hand clear and visible.
"What is this?" Lin Nuan asked.
"That year you left home, this is the birthday present I originally wanted to give to you." Lin Chen's tone was plain and neutral.
