Mo Shichen’s eyes were dim, but he couldn’t see anything strange. He glanced at her, and after a few seconds his eyes fell on the small wooden box, then raised his eyebrows, “What kind of ring?”
Turning his eyes to her hand, the low tone meant unclear, “Wedding ring?”
Wen Yi didn’t continue to talk about this issue, so he avoided the seriousness and went around lightly. “It’s fine if you don’t see it. It’s too long, I may remember it.”
She threw the ring in five years ago. It might have been accidentally lost. Although the manor has been unoccupied for a long time, it has been cleaned. It is inevitable that there will be many hands. Not to mention the heavy rain that night, maybe it was along with Xin. She threw it out.
Anyway, the ring is also on the order, and it doesn’t matter if it is not there, she just happened to remember, so she mentioned it smoothly.
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