Yun Qiqi frowned, "What evidence?" It's just a ring.
Yan Yan looked at the ring on her slender white knuckles, the pink sheen flowing at her fingertips, fitting her even better than he imagined.
He gently held her soft little hand, his slightly lowered gaze unbelievably tender.
He explained in a low voice, "I had this custom-made according to her size."
Yun Qiqi was stunned.
She had found it strange just now.
This ring... was perfectly sized for her, neither too large nor too small; it fit perfectly.
Otherwise, it wouldn't have slipped on so easily when he put it on just now.
He didn't know her size; it couldn't have been bought specially for her.
But if it was the ring of that girl, then why did it fit her so well?
Could it be that aside from appearances, they even had similar finger sizes to such an extent?
Her securely held understanding suddenly opened a gap, her mind in a turmoil, and that familiar feeling from deep in her dreams surged once again.
