Lu Zhaozhao's hand suddenly paused, her eyebrows furrowed slightly, and her heart felt as if it was suddenly blocked by something.
A hair tie is something typically used to tie hair, and it has no other significance, but somehow, it had evolved into a small tool that declares someone's ownership.
She always thought Song Sinian was a workaholic like in the previous life, with no women around him.
But now that she thought about it... it might just be that she didn't know.
Song Sinian might appear cold on the outside, but in reality, he was gentle and caring, definitely a cold-faced little angel.
Which woman wouldn't like that?
She gently helped Song Sinian put on the bracelet, and couldn't help but take another look at that hair tie.
Suddenly, a fragment of memory flashed in her mind, as if it was related to the hair tie in front of her.