Xia Ruoxin looked at the box in his hand. That rectangular box seemed familiar, but she didn't know of anything else she had left behind.
The rain continued to fall, but the two of them remained unmoving. At last, Xia Ruoxin took the box from him, and Chu Lui retracted his hand. He clenched his arm, which felt slightly numb.
Xia Ruoxin opened the box, revealing a white pearl necklace.
"I thought it broke." She ran her fingers lightly across the pearls. Yes, he broke it with his own hands.
"It did. I wove it together. It's yours. You forgot to take it." Chu Lui's fingers throbbed. They were almost full of pinpricks. He almost became a porcupine, trying to string the pearls together.
However, Xia Ruoxin closed the box without a sign of nostalgia or happiness.
