Two lines of tears streamed down her cheeks as she held the diamond ring in the palm of her hand.
With a flick, the ring traced a beautiful arc through the air, gently landing in the water...
"Wishing you a happy marriage."
She curved her lips into a small smile, watching the ripples spread across the river's surface.
Gradually, the circles of ripples dissipated, and after a few seconds, it was as if nothing had happened—the water was calm once more.
Yu Weiwei leaned against the window, her soul seemingly drained from her, her heart aching violently.
Her left hand covered the area over her heart, her brows deeply furrowed.
At that moment, the bathroom door was knocked on: "Weiwei, Weiwei, are you in there?"
It was Xu Chaomu.
Yu Weiwei struggled to stand with her weary body and walked to the sink, turning on the tap.
"Weiwei, open the door! It's Chaomu!"
Yu Weiwei let the cold water rush over her face, hoping to wash away any traces on it.
