Keane Lowell raised his eyes to look over.
It was indeed a ring.
Not too loose or too tight, fitting snugly on his middle finger.
There was still a trace of warmth left on it, unsure where she had taken it from.
Clearly, it was just a simple, thin metal band, but the moment she put it on him, ripples arose in his heart, only to silently return to calm.
His heart was immediately tethered by her.
A subtle, unprecedented feeling.
As if he had privately vowed a lifelong commitment to her.
Restrained, he gently held the girl's slender hand, turning his gaze to meet her pure, bright eyes.
"Once you put it on, you're not allowed to take it off again," Claire Prescott demanded domineeringly.
Keane Lowell curved his lips: "I won't."
His tone was light, gazing against the backlight, the dim light blurred his entire face, faintly revealing a gentle smile at the corner of his mouth.
Claire Prescott exchanged a smile with him.
