Opening the exquisite jewelry box, a man's ring that emitted a subtle glow lay quietly on velvet. Under the light, the light and shadow interpreted its eternal charm.
Wen Yanqing stretched out his fingertips to touch it, but he quickly retracted them as if he had been scalded.
A little timid.
Wen Yanqing thought that the love letters were enough to make his heart flutter, until he saw this ring.
It was...his?
He didn't dare to pick it up, yet he couldn't bear to look away.
After Wen Yanqing fell in love with Lin Gantang, he had fantasized more than once about putting on a ring that promised each other a lifetime.
She was the person whom he kept wildly hoping would put on the wedding ring for him, her whom he had fallen in love with in the first place.
He picked up the jewelry box, and the light shone on his lowered head, casting a shadow that blocked the slight movement in his eyes.
