Bab 367: Memories

Yan Rusheng removed the ring and clenched it tightly.

"Wen Xuxu, what should I do with you?"

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She hadn't come back to her old apartment in months.

Xuxu sat cross-legged on the chair of the balcony. The vicinity was dim and she watched as the lights in the last few shops went out.

She slowly diverted her gaze and turned her head towards a red wooden box. The lock on the box seemed to be wrenched open with the lock hanging.

She took a plastic ring from the box and wore it on her finger. She stared at it for a while, and after some time, she removed it and placed it back inside the wooden box.

After which, she shut the lid of the box firmly, leaving the box in its original locked state.

She placed the box back on the table and sighed heavily.

Sigh!

Memories. Seemed like some things are meant to be part of her memories.

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