Autumn Jiayi ruthlessly wiped away her tears, forcing herself not to think again. It's been six years, so there's no need to think about it any more.

After the excitement subsided, Qiu Jiayi took out the small wooden box in the cabinet and put the photos in it.

Just when I wanted to close the small wooden box, the light from the corner of my eye was swept into the small wooden box, the wedding ring that I picked off by myself.

From the day she left the city, she had taken it off.

The reason why I still keep it is probably that I want to have a souvenir...