The sound of running water accompanied by the crisp clinking of bowls and dishes.
Before long, a crystal clear glass bowl was placed in front of me.
Inside the bowl were bright red strawberries.
Tang Mulin looked up at the young man with a warm temperament, who always had a smile in his eyes, "Chu Jinnian, is it you?"
"Do you think it is?"
The man walked over, squatted down beside Tang Mulin's feet, and grasped her hand.
Like an electric shock, Tang Mulin jerked her hand back.
But she knew, he had already seen it.
On her right hand's ring finger, she wore a ring.
The matching rings bought on Valentine's Day.
That men's ring, Jinnian had put on while at the coffee shop.
And that women's ring, which she steadfastly refused, was hung on her doorknob before he left Paris.
Over four months had passed, and he appeared out of the blue.
Like a changed person, without a hint of gloom or sharpness.
Tang Mulin's gaze fell on his fingers.
