That year, Xia Ruoxin was nineteen and Xia Yixuan was eighteen.
"Sister, do you think this look nice?" Xia Yixuan was showing off her treasured diamond ring. "Look, Brother Lui gave this. He finally proposed." In her hand was an exceptionally beautiful diamond ring that had an everlasting shine.
"Congratulations." Xia Ruoxin closed her eyes in agony and allowed her pain to recede slowly. She opened her eyes with a smile, but the smile made her look worse than when she was crying.
"That's good. You're finally getting married." In her heart, there was another pang of sharp pain.
