"You're also going to put this up for auction?" Zhou Dagen looked at Su Ziceng as she displayed the necklace, his voice tinged with reluctance.
"Speaking of which, I do have some regrets," murmured Su Ziceng.
"If you regret it, then don't put it up. Keep something for yourself, you're a girl after all, you should have some jewelry," Zhou Dagen said sympathetically. No woman dislikes being attractive; giving away all her nice clothes and shoes, Su Ziceng must be feeling some regrets and sorrow.
"What I regret is returning that diamond ring," Su Ziceng said in an offhand tone, but whenever she talked about Red Love, she would still think of Pello, and a pang of ache would seize her heart. This feeling, worse than repaying debts or being criticized, was a living ambush in her soul, flaring up in the quiet of the night.
