"Not keeping it as a memento?"
"What, still want someone to keep thinking about you? Jiang Chen, your mind's getting pretty wicked these days, huh?"
As their eyes met, both of them burst into laughter.
"Besides, it's not worth any money, better to give it back to you. If I really lost it carelessly, I'd always feel like I owed you something."
Jiang Chen pursed his lips, and finally lifted his hand, taking back the copper ring from that palm.
Ai Qian lowered her arm and, as if relieved of a heavy burden, gently exhaled.
"All right, no more detours, no need to see me off, I'm leaving now."
Ai Qian smiled and turned to leave, but Jiang Chen called out to her abruptly.
"Wait."
Seeing the frown on his face as he looked at her, Ai Qian couldn't help but feel puzzled.
"What's wrong?"
"You're bleeding from your nose."
Ai Qian was startled and then reached up to touch her nose, then looked down at her fingertips.
Bright crimson and glaring.
