Their eyes met, as if a single glance spanned a millennium.
After a moment, Zhan Nanjue returned to her the ring box he had picked up from the ground, his tone indifferent as he said, "You dropped this."
Only then did Gong Shirao abruptly come to her senses.
He had already let go of her.
The two stood there awkwardly; she finally remembered to take the ring box, extending her hand and saying, "Thank you."
She never knew that saying these two words could be so difficult. She thought that perhaps upon meeting again, there might be greetings, but it turned out they were even less than strangers.
Somehow, she felt a renewed sense of pain in her heart.
Just as she was about to take back the ring box, Zhan Nanjue drew back his hand, raising the box high as he asked, "Engaged to him?"
"Engaged...?" Gong Shirao heard his seemingly casual question and felt a bit puzzled.
Zhan Nanjue suddenly drew near, his chest colliding with hers, tightly as if there was no gap.
