It was too late.
Chen Yuan pressed a hand to his forehead, his expression a mixture of bitterness and despair. He reached out his hand, but let it fall limply mid-air.
The small box was still wrapped in its golden foil, unopened. A few large, gilded words gleamed on the packaging—it was the ultra-thin type...
Even an idiot could tell what it was.
Those few seconds felt longer than a lifetime.
He watched Jiangg Ning's side profile, her eyes scrutinizing the object.
Chen Yuan felt like he was sitting on pins and needles.
"What is this?" Jiangg Ning pinched the small, square box between her slender fingers, turning to face Chen Yuan. Their eyes met.
Her face was completely devoid of expression, the corners of her mouth set in a flat line.
She wasn't being cold.
But it made Chen Yuan's entire body tense up, taut as a bowstring.
"Uh... this is... Maybe I can explain, although even I think it's ridiculous how this thing ended up in my pocket. This afternoon..."
