A corpse?
Chi Huan asked somewhat displeased, "Why would you refer to my watch as a corpse?"
He glanced at her sidelong and spoke indifferently, "What else should I call it? Junk?"
Her tone grew even more dissatisfied, "A watch is a watch. You've only ever bought me one or two gifts, and the only thing left is that watch. Yet you have the nerve to call it a corpse or junk."
Mo Shiqian, "..."
When they were together at the beginning, he indeed rarely bought her gifts. It was always about practical needs; he was a pragmatic man, not well-versed in romance, and he seldom bothered with it.
Later, she even returned to him the ring he had given her.
Only the watch remained—
Initially, he thought she kept it because she still had feelings for him.
Recalling those times, the man's eyes darkened, dense as ink.
The table had already been reserved.
