Old Lady Hale's right ring finger bore a very simple gold ring.
From its style and wear, it seemed quite old.
"Do you like this ring?" Old Lady Hale suddenly spoke up.
Zoe Bell was taken aback for a moment, staring at someone else's possession felt impolite, and she smiled awkwardly.
"It just seems to have a unique style."
"Of course, it's a design from decades ago, no longer available now."
"You can tell it's an older style, but it's still very pretty."
"This is my wedding ring, worn for over 50 years."
"Then your relationship with Grandpa must have been very good."
"Not bad," said Old Lady Hale while glancing at the ring on her ring finger, "Unlike the delicate and good-looking rings of today, your ring on your hand is quite nice. May I take a look at it?"
Zoe Bell nodded.
She took off her ring and handed it to her.