Weilan looked at the perfectly sized ring on her hand, misty tears of emotion filling her eyes.
This was put on her finger by Lu Hechen while she was asleep.
Ring finger.
Engagement ring.
He was not ignorant of romance; in fact, he understood everything.
No matter what, Weilan never expected to wake up in the morning to find a new ring on her finger.
This made her deeply moved.
The mist in her eyes gradually turned into two lines of tears of happiness and emotion, flowing down her cheeks.
Lu Hechen saw Weilan sitting there crying as he walked in.
He was startled, his face turned white, and he quickly walked over. "Weilan, what's wrong? Why are you crying?"
So early in the morning, he went down, checked things, set up a little, and never expected to see Weilan crying when he came back.
Seeing such a scene, Lu Hechen's heart immediately ached.
He sat at the bedside, looking at Weilan with concern.
