Zhang Wei, "... Where is the ring?"
Chen Yulan, her heart aflutter, confessed, "I put it away."
Zhang Wei observed her with a hint of amusement, "It really suited you, though."
Chen Yulan's smile dimmed, her voice tinged with resolve, "I don't wear a ring that bears another's name."
"Why not? It looked quite good on you," Zhang Wei countered, his curiosity piqued. In a swift motion that seemed almost magical, he produced a ring from the depths of his belongings, leaving Chen Yulan in silent wonder.
'How does he always manage to take things from thin air?' she thought silently.
Her gaze was drawn to the ring, its silver gleaming under the light, adorned with patterns of blue that sparked a memory within her. "Why do it feel so familiar" she murmured, her thoughts drifting to the blue orchids she once found, crystallized within ice.
"They remind me of those orchids...?" she pondered aloud.
