Little Ai took out a small ring, lost in happy memories.
"Do you remember this ring? It was from when we reached our 100-day anniversary, and we found it at a flea market. You said it was an antique, maybe worn by some princess centuries ago."
Wubai chuckled, "I was just teasing you. How could something a princess wore end up at a flea market? It's not worth anything."
Little Ai didn't mind; whether it was once worn by a princess wasn't important. What mattered was that it was the first ring Wubai bought her, and he paid for it on their 100-day anniversary.
Little Ai pursed her lips and carefully placed it back in the box, "To me, it's priceless."
"You've never seen real treasures. I'll buy you diamonds in the future," Wubai said as he pulled out a small slip of paper, asking, "Whose weight is this? So heavy?"
The small slip of paper was a record from an electronic scale, which often stands at the entrances of many shopping streets.
