"What is it?" Qiao Nian lowered her head and took it. She untied the light purple velvet bow, opened the lid, and saw the silver ring inside.
She looked up. "A ring?"
"Yes." Ye Wangchuan took it out for her calmly. "Try it?"
Qiao Nian looked at the plain ring and slowly stretched out her right hand.
Ye Wangchuan held her hand and put the ring on her right middle finger.
The silver ring was simple and did not have any unnecessary decorations. Pure silver complemented the girl's fair skin and looked surprisingly suitable.
Qiao Nian felt the cold touch spread from her fingertips to the top, like a prairie fire.
Her heart was suddenly scalded.
"Is it done?" Qiao Nian retracted her hand and looked down at the silver ring with interest. Then, she looked up and asked, "Why did you give me this?"
Seeing that she quite liked his gift, Ye Wangchuan smiled and avoided answering. Instead, he asked, "You don't mind?"
