Mu Ke's fingers trembled slightly. You know, he is a doctor, a surgeon, whose hands are usually so steady, but now Mu Ke's hands were trembling continuously.
The ring still carried a bit of warmth. Thinking of how it was just spat out, Jiayu suddenly laughed, and tears streamed down her face: "I've seen this kind of proposal on TV. At that time, I thought it was very romantic, but now that it's really happening to me, I realize it has flaws; spitting out a ring is such a killjoy."
Mu Ke had already placed the ring on her finger and pulled her to stand up. His brow furrowed: "Yes, sorry, it was my oversight."
Jiayu laughed again, her smile as bright as the March sun, yet tears kept flowing.
No words could describe her feelings at this moment. She had never imagined that after leaving Xin Ke, she would marry another man.
She also never imagined that she would one day be rescued from an abyss by a man who would pamper her into a princess.
