It was a pair of platinum rings.
He was stunned.
He had married Qiao Xia, but when he woke up, he had never seen a ring on his finger; it turned out to be here.
Next to it was a diary.
Mu Liang looked at it for a long time, picked it up gently, and opened it.
There wasn't much written inside, just some notes on books he had read, key points from the news.
Only a bookmark with the scent of books caught her attention.
"Thank you, time, for that day long, long ago when I met you."
Mu Liang felt a slight movement in his heart, as if the softest part of it were touched by a feather, gently brushed, creating a small electric current that shot from his feet to his head and then from his head straight down his body.
Qiao Xia joyfully cooked the dishes, mischievously sautéing eggplant with cilantro and adding a bit of shrimp paste; she thought it tasted very good, but she felt Mu Liang would definitely dislike it.
Eggplant was one of her favorite dishes.
