In the evening, Wen Wan nestled in the man's arms, continuing to play with his large hand.
"Have you decided what gift you want?" Mo Siluo's other hand rested on the woman's hair, gently caressing it intermittently.
Wen Wan thought for a moment, squinting and smiling, "Anything, I'll like whatever you give me."
"Naughty!" The man curved his lips into a shallow smile.
Wen Wan touched the ring worn on the man's hand, frowning as she asked, "Is it made of silver?"
Mo Siluo's hand slightly shivered, then returned to normal, "Hmm."
"You always wear it. Does it have any special meaning?" Wen Wan inquired curiously.
Mo Siluo fell silent, his gaze dark and unclear. When Wen Wan did not receive an answer for a long time, she looked up at him, "Hmm?"
"It was the birthday gift you gave me." Mo Siluo remained silent until Wen Wan thought she might not get an answer when he finally spoke.
"Ah?" Wen Wan gasped in surprise, somewhat disbelieving.