The ring's design was beautiful, and it seemed exquisitely made as well—its price was obviously steep.
Meng Tingxu heard Qin He's gentle laughter as he said, "I saw it at the auction, and from the first glance, I knew it would suit my Xuxu perfectly."
Meng Tingxu felt nothing but fatigue.
She closed her eyes, then suddenly thought of something and reopened them, looking at Qin He with confusion. "Don't we have wedding rings?"
"You threw them away," Qin He paused, then continued, "I've been wanting to select a new one for Xuxu. This one looks very nice; I'm quite satisfied with it."
Meng Tingxu wanted to ask Qin He why she would throw away the wedding rings.
But it seemed as if Qin He knew her intent, and before she could ask the question, his kiss landed on her forehead.
Qin He's voice was husky, and low. "Xuxu, you don't need to know, none of those past matters are important..."
