When Li Jiaqi woke up, it was already noon.
She had been having nightmares all night, but she couldn't remember the details clearly.
Pressing her swollen temples with her fingers, the curtains were half-drawn, and only a sliver of mottled sunlight streamed through the window.
The bedroom was quiet, with the rich fragrance of roses lingering in the room.
Ha, such a large bouquet, it completely covered the table, shaped into a giant heart, red like a blazing flame.
At a glance, there might really be nine hundred and ninety-nine roses!
She sat on the edge of the bed, gently swinging her feet.
Walking to the table, she reached out to pick up the flowers, and suddenly felt something fall out.
A dark object fell under the table. She put down the roses, bent down, and picked up the little object that had fallen on the carpet.
It was a small black square box. She gently opened the lid.
Inside was a diamond ring, a beautiful pink ring.
