For an instant, Theo Tan’s heartbeat stopped.
The ring Lana Qiao weaved for him broke.
A small piece of wicker came off between his fingers, lying quietly in the palm of his hand.
So he still shouldn’t have extravagant hopes, it is impossible to have these longer-term things, you see, but a small ring, only a minute, has been broken.
Theo Tan didn’t want to think about it like this. It was too sad and painful, but once he had such a thought, more similar thoughts began to erode his mind continuously. For ordinary people, it was just because of too much effort and the willows were too brittle. So it cut off naturally, but Theo Tan always thought of something extra.
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