Su Zhiruan looked at the ring in his ring box and took a close look for a few seconds.
Only then did she realize that this ring was not the kind found in ordinary malls — compared to the intricately crafted wedding bands there, this ring didn't look as exquisite or glamorous, and even seemed a bit clumsy.
But her name was engraved on one side of it.
Su Zhiruan.
Not in English initials, nor a simple word, but her full three-character Chinese name, engraved in small, neat, and delicate script.
There appeared to be a tiny heart after her name.
Su Zhiruan chuckled lightly, then extended her hand, teasing him, "Mr. Wen, what you just said sounded like wedding vows."
Seeing her reach out her hand, Wen Qingyu's eyes immediately lit up with excitement.
He took out the ring and put it on her ring finger — it fit perfectly, snug and precise.
