Mo Shiche's eyes shook, and as he looked down, he saw the ring rolling into the tiny drain, disappearing in an instant.
He stood up abruptly, the movement was so vigorous that it knocked over the wine glass beside him, falling to the ground with a loud bang.
But Luo Qiangwei acted as if she hadn't heard a thing; her eyes widened, she pushed her chair back, and turned to walk towards the performance stage.
She moved very slowly, one could even say she was merely shuffling along, yet it was still possible to see the immense shock and… joy radiating from her.
It was a joy visible to others, as though what she was approaching… was someone she had longed for.
But that person was definitely not him—Mo Shiche.
Mo Shiche's hands clenched suddenly, his dark pupils sharply constricted, and his handsome face turned utterly dark. He called her name from behind, each word deliberate, "Luo Qiangwei."
