Ring, not wide, not crowded, just fit the size.

This time, she seems to be locked in the palm of her hand, and will never let go.

"Huo Beicheng..." Her lips moved and her throat seemed to be stuck.

"Husband." His deep voice, like the most concentrated coffee, melted her in it.

Her heart was like a leaf brushed by the wind, soft, biting her lip: "Are you sure?"

He took her plain hand and drew closer to her left atrium. "Ten years ago that night, a girl pulled me out of the fire desperately, more heroically than a man, and told me that I would be saved, I was...