Lu Yanhe's expression was cold and stern, "It hurts me."
His words poured down like cold water, waking her mind.
"What's there to feel hurt about? At most, I'll compensate you with ten identical ones to give to Wen Xi!"
As she spoke, she cried, unable to distinguish whether it was grievance or anger.
Only when she shed tears did Lu Yanhe suddenly notice she was crying. He raised his head to look at her, his reddened eyes seemingly full of immense grievance.
"Why are you crying?" he impatiently growled, but still pulled her fragile and delicate body into his arms.
Su Jia laid her head on his shoulder, crying with trembling shoulders, "Why are you being mean to me? If it's broken, I'll just compensate you."
Upon hearing this, Lu Yanhe's grip strengthened.
He held her tightly, ignoring her petulance, just embracing her firmly.
Compensate?
What could she use to compensate?
Where in the world was there a second ring like this? Or another Su Jia?
