Su Ziceng looked at the Yellow Love necklace, wondering if it was really fated. In her past life, she and Yellow Love had just missed each other, but now, it had returned.
"Turn around, I'll put it on for you," Hang Yishao pleaded.
Listening to the familiar voice begging, Su Ziceng couldn't help but soften her heart; she had been quite cruel to him tonight.
She turned around, her back facing Hang Yishao, and her slightly disheveled hair was brushed aside by Hang Yishao, revealing her delicate shoulders and neck.
The night was intoxicating, and both Pello and Hang Yishao were captivated by the silhouette of Su Ziceng's back.
The necklace was unclasped, and as Hang Yishao looped the necklace around Su Ziceng's neck, his movements were gentle and his gaze serene.
