"Do you want to see?" Lu Yinchu kissed her face and asked her.
Nanxi nodded, "I want to understand you! Lu Yinchu, you were the one who said to give me the chance to understand you!"
Lu Yinchu pursed his lips, his gaze deep and quiet, with an inscrutable thing hidden within. He laid his right hand on his left, a pair of hands with distinct and handsome knuckles.
He said, "Nanxi, do you know? I put on this ring eight years ago on the day of Xiaoyue's farewell ceremony. For the first two years, my little finger received treatment, the ring was taken off countless times and also put back countless times..."
"Feelings? There was numbness, there was sharp pain, but after countless repetitions, I found that I seemed to prefer the piercing pain over numbness. So, six years ago, I gave up treatment, put this ring back on my little finger, and never took it off again..."
Nanxi's eyes trembled slightly as she watched him slowly take off the ring.
