Xiao Yihe saw that An Lan wasn't speaking and quickly walked over, closing the box with a snap.
His face was somber, and the atmosphere turned somewhat awkward.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. I just thought that the ring seemed very special..."
"It's fine," Xiao Yihe put away the box and then returned to his usual gentleness, "This ring is very important to me. I got a bit emotional, did I scare you? Do you need something from me?"
As he spoke, he reached out to stroke An Lan's black hair.
An Lan took a step back, her expression wary, "No, I just woke up and saw the light on here, so I came to check. It's getting late, so I'm going to rest. You should rest early too."
Xiao Yihe's hand hung in mid-air.
His expression stiffened slightly before he awkwardly withdrew his hand.
An Lan gave him a smile, then turned and left.
Xiao Yihe watched An Lan's retreating figure, a trace of deep meaning flashing through his eyes.
...
The next day.
