Luo Yanran's heartbeat was still fast. She reached out and touched the ring, which Xie Xiao had given her,
even if it was a grass ring, she would like it.
Xie Xiao, looking at her with tender eyes full of warmth, took her hand, "I made the ring myself, went and learned from a master. It was quite easy to learn, definitely not as difficult as the pendant you gave me. It's not worth much, but in the future, I'll give you more that are worth a lot."
"It's very precious," Luo Yanran said softly, her voice filled with joy,
Xie Xiao turned to look at her.
Her eyes, under the streetlight, appeared especially beautiful and brimming with moisture, "The affection of a young man is the most valuable, and it's likely hard to come by in the future."
At different ages, the state of mind is different.
At least Luo Yanran knew that when Xie Xiao was making this ring, his love for her must have been full to the brim, spilling over with no place to rest.
So she cherished it.
