Titus Zane withdrew her hand, the seashell in her fair palm looked even more dazzling, her slim finger gently fiddling with it, "Look how beautiful it is, shimmering like a diamond."
"Do you like diamonds?" Nathan Moore's hands were in the pockets of his casual pants, the cotton-linen fabric fluttering backward in the sea breeze, just like the cascading waves in Titus's hair.
With the sea breeze dancing, it was a very aesthetic and pleasing scene.
"It's okay," Titus continued toying with the seashell in her palm, "it's just a bit troublesome to wear."
Nathan Moore's brow furrowed, when she had returned from abroad, she used to appear dripping in jewels and branded wares, but now she found them troublesome.
He reached out, taking one of Titus's hands in an instant, and before she realized it, a silver ring was already on her ring finger.
