Moh Shiche was about to slip the ring onto her ring finger when her movement caused it to be flung off. With a light ting, it fell to the ground and rolled toward a nearby drain—
Moh Shiche's eyes shook, and as he looked down, he saw the ring roll into the tiny drain and disappear in an instant.
He suddenly stood up, his movement so abrupt it knocked over the wine glass beside him, crashing to the floor with a loud bang.
But Luo Qiangwei acted as if she hadn't heard, her eyes wide as she pushed back her chair and turned to walk toward the stage.
She moved very slowly, her steps so measured one might say she was merely shifting position, yet one could still see the immense shock and… surprise emanating from her.
It was a surprise visible to others, as if what she was approaching… was someone she had longed for quite some time.
But that person was definitely not him, Moh Shiche—
