In front of the window, ning Qing watched as Lu Zhui frantically caught Nian lie and stuffed him into the carriage.
The car drove away quickly.
She held the black box in her hand, and the bracelet on her wrist gave off a cold luster.
Ning Qing touched the smooth texture, and her grandfather's words in the valley and her father's words flashed through her mind.
She suddenly felt a little cold.
He reached out to close the window and draw the curtains.
He lowered his gaze to the black velvet box.
Then, he opened it.
Inside, a silver ring came into view.
Ning Qing laughed.
She couldn't be more familiar with this ring.
She picked up the ring and threw the box on the ground. She turned the inner circle and saw the letter " N " clearly.
The complicated patterns on the surface of the ring were stunning and beautiful. It was a kind of beauty that was so mysterious that it was unforgettable!
