Wan Donglin was the first to open his eyes.
In the crook of his arm lay soft jade and warm fragrance.
April roses, their faint scent, the beauty's black hair as smooth and delicate as the finest silk.
His large hand gently stroked her black hair, pulling her closer.
She finally opened her eyes, but the first thing she saw was the ring on her hand.
As if fixed—men always seem to use such a small thing to inadvertently trap women deeply.
Yan Xixi reached to take it off, but a big hand stopped her, his smile clean, teeth snow-white: "Silly girl, this is meant to be worn forever, never take it off at any time..."
She grumbled: "Is it expensive? Is it worth wearing for a lifetime?"
He said proudly: "Of course. This diamond was absolutely first-class at that jewelry exhibition. This color, only three in the world..."
She scoffed: "I thought it was the only one."
He stared at her.
She felt uneasy under his gaze.
He suddenly sat up, said nothing, let her go, and turned away.
