After pushing him back down to sit on the bed, she turned and left the room. While listening to the sound of her descending the stairs, Leng Zimo raised his hand to turn on the small lamp by the bed.
Shortly after, Luo Xiaoqian returned, hiding one hand behind her back.
Standing in front of him, she commanded with a smile, "Close your eyes, no peeking."
Guessing her intention, Leng Zimo smiled and closed his eyes.
Without seeing her, he merely felt her soft hand take hold of his left hand and then slide something onto his middle finger—only to stop halfway, followed by her annoyed voice.
"No way, it’s too small?!"
"Can I open my eyes now?" Leng Zimo asked with a smile.
"Open them." Luo Xiaoqian’s voice carried a bit of disappointment.
Leng Zimo opened his eyes to find a silver ring sitting on his left middle finger, which bore an awkwardly carved openwork design. It seemed to be a pattern but on closer inspection, one could discern two cursive letters L intertwined with each other.
The craftsmanship was not exquisite; it was obviously not the work of a skilled, familiar craftsman.
"Did you make this?"
"Yeah!" Luo Xiaoqian pouted slightly, "What a pity, it came out a little small and doesn’t fit!"
"Who says it doesn’t fit?" Leng Zimo reached out, pinched the ring, and slid it off his middle finger, fitting it onto his ring finger where it fit perfectly—not too big, not too small. Raising his finger in front of her, he spoke with a faint smile, "You did this on purpose, didn’t you?"
Luo Xiaoqian hastened to shake her head, "Really, I didn’t. I just wanted to give you a ring to wear on your middle finger, but, it accidentally turned out too small."
Last time, when he proposed to her, he gave her a ring.


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