"So small, where should I put it?"
"On the hand. Not this one, the left hand."
"Oh."
Wen Xiao'ai switched hands.
Jun Moyan took her hand and slowly placed the ring he personally chose that morning onto her ring finger.
His heart was beating so fast, even his hand holding the ring trembled slightly.
He was so nervous he held his breath. Though it didn't show on the surface, inside he felt like a turbulent river.
Nervousness, excitement, and thrill filled him completely, even his pupils were slightly contracted.
He had never felt this way even in life-and-death scenarios before.
To personally put a ring on the finger of the one he loves is such a beautiful, sacred, and solemn act.
Although at this moment they might not receive any blessings, and even Wen Xiao'ai had no idea what the ring represented, it didn't matter. Having this chance to put the ring on her, even if they couldn't be together forever, he would have no regrets even if he died.
But it was unfair to Xiaoguai.
