She flew into a rage out of embarrassment, her face flushed as she reluctantly opened her palm, like a naughty student being slapped on her hands by a teacher.
Suddenly, in the palm of her hand, there appeared the red satin box he had brought over.
It seemed like a box for holding jewelry.
"Open it."
She furrowed her brows, having no choice but to open it, and inside was a diamond ring that glimmered radiantly, flashing with understated luxury. The craftsmanship was so exquisite and perfect that it was beyond reproach, and the design was elegant and romantic with a hint of playfulness, quite suitable for a young bride.
The diamond was petite, not one of those huge, pigeon egg-sized stones.
Her hands were tiny, when balled into fists they were almost the same size as those of a teenager, and whenever he held her hand, his fingers could almost completely enclose it, leaving no gaps.