Ye Li looked at the photos one by one, and after finishing them, he looked through them again from the beginning. He spent an hour looking at several photos.
Finally, he picked up the engagement ring. He had provided the loose diamond for processing himself, and the oval-shaped diamond was at least ten carats. The ring's design was simple, without a brand logo, engraved only with two words: "Li Rou."
His heart throbbed painfully. Ye Li tightly clenched the ring.
The diamond pressed painfully into his palm, and he closed his eyes, murmuring softly, "Xiao Rou… where are you…"
He didn't know how long had passed; a stick of agarwood burned to its end, and the fragrance in the air gradually weakened.
Ye Li then reopened his eyes. He spread out his palm and placed the engagement ring back into the lockbox. The mark of the ring was imprinted deeply on the flesh of his palm, very deep.
He wanted to forget everything.
