Qin Youxue stiffly stretched out her hand. In an instant, she felt a cool ring being slipped onto her finger—it was cold, and somewhat unfamiliar.
After exchanging the couple's rings, Jian Yang showed off, extending his hand to Mo Hexuan: "Does it look good?"
The ring that Qin Youxue had placed on his finger sparkled brilliantly under the light.
Mo Hexuan gazed at the ring, his eyes darkened slightly, though the smile on his lips betrayed nothing: "It looks good."
As he spoke, his eyes briefly brushed across Qin Youxue's face, his lips curling into a cold and restrained smile.
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The dishes they had ordered were quickly served.
Jian Yang was hungry and ate with delight.
Mo Xiaoman didn't eat much. After picking at her food for a while with her chopsticks, she began focusing on putting food onto Jian Yang's plate.