Xing Jiu 'an didn't seem to expect to hear such an answer.
She remembered that Lu zhichen would always mention the red string.
"It's been so long, why are you still keeping it?"
Lu zhichen smiled."You said it before. That's our token of love. If I want to marry you, I have to wear the red string. Otherwise, you won't admit it."
"Of course I can't carelessly throw it away."
"But ... More than ten years ..." Xing Jiu 'an suddenly felt like crying.
It was all Lu zhichen's fault. Why was he so touched?
"Ten years isn't a long time. I've asked someone to deal with it. I'll keep it with me forever."
He didn't wear it on his hand every day. He put it away and occasionally put it in his pocket. Most of the time, he put it in his bedroom.
Xing Jiu 'an recalled that the two of them had never known each other in his previous life. They were like strangers, but now, they were together.
She found it a little unbelievable.
"How did you recognize me?"
