"Weixu, what are you waiting for?" Hua Zise reassured him by saying, "I just want the two of you to put this ring on your fingers for me. Just think of it as a gift from me, okay?"
After hearing his grandmother begin to urge him again, Chu Weixu didn't know how he should express his mixed feeling; even he couldn't identify what he was feeling right now exactly. There was a pleasure, hesitation, confusion, doubt, stress, and worry that he felt at the same time, so he could only remain silent without a word while staring at the pair of gleaming rings with a blank stare.
Since Chu Weixu still hadn't responded, Hua Zise was getting impatient. She then took out a ring that was smaller in size, then stretched out her hand to Ai Zhiyi while saying, "Zhiyi, give me your hand."
Although Hua Zise's tone wasn't harsh, it still sounded firm, so they also knew that the elderly woman had run out of patience.
