"What's wrong?" Jun Mochan looked at her worriedly.
What was she thinking about again?
Ye Ranran opened her bag, the only thing she had brought with her: "Before I left, I didn't bring anything else, just these two items."
She pulled out two boxes. Jun Mochan opened them one by one, and when he saw the items inside, a peculiar light flickered in his eyes.
"This crystal was a gift I gave you. The rings—yours and mine—are a pair. They're our wedding rings. Once I put mine on, I never took it off. But Fu Rong didn't throw these away?"
He didn't strike her as the kind of person who'd be so considerate. If it were him, he would've tossed these things as far away as possible.
Better yet, obliterated them completely.
Jun Mochan sneered inwardly. Men often accuse women of being petty, but aren't they just as petty themselves?
