It was a remarkably simple in design yet exquisitely crafted pink diamond ring.
The deep pink diamond, cut in the shape of an emerald, was quite substantial in size, without any surrounding smaller diamonds—the lone main stone dazzled with a dazzling array of colors in the sunlight pouring in from the window, breathtakingly beautiful.
Ning Anping, though approaching her fifties, had recently been taking increasingly meticulous care of herself. Her long fingers were delicate and fair, like carved jade, setting off the ring to glittering effect.
Song Xiufeng had prepared for a long time and finally got to use it.
Congratulations were indeed in order.
"People always say pink diamonds represent love, although I've always scoffed at that. Love is about the heart, an outpouring of the soul—how can it be represented by something material? But now, I want to use it to symbolize my love for you, to mark you with my label!"
