Upon hearing Chu Yu's request, Tian Rujing froze for a moment.
He instinctively felt something was amiss, yet that slight premonition melted away upon seeing Chu Yu's beseeching gaze.
The two sat opposite each other, a one-and-a-half-foot-wide black, short-legged table between them. Kneeling down, their robes fanned out on both sides, making them look like two butterflies bowing to each other from afar.
Graceful, extended, beautiful, and sorrowful.
Chu Yu gently grasped Tian Rujing's hand, fought off the urge to snatch away the ring forcefully, and took great care not to reveal her true intentions. With a trace of light concern between her brows, she murmured softly, "Tian Rujing, I know I don't have many days left to live. Please consider this as fulfilling my final wish before death, alright?"