The ring was simple, with a beautiful princess cut diamond. Aside from the inscription, there were no other embellishments—it was so unadorned that it returned to its natural purity, evoking a feeling of sheer clarity.
But the cursive letters on it were absolutely unique, designed by Qin Zhiyou himself. Though Lu Weixi had been married for five years and seldom wore her ring, she could still feel from the cursive script that it was the same typeface as the one from five years ago—a seal that belonged only to them.
No wonder just now, when Mr. Wang mentioned "gift" and glanced at her face. The pile of things he had taken from the trunk didn't matter; only this was the gift from Qin Zhiyou to her.
