Qingwu met his intense gaze, momentarily feeling that the gemstone ring in her hand was somewhat scorching, making her palm tingle.
"I can't accept it. You should take it back."
"If you don't want to accept it, everything I did today would be worthless."
Pei Jue struggled to raise his hand to gently tousle Qingwu's hair.
"Even if you don't like me, please don't refuse, okay?"
Perhaps due to the fatigue from excessive blood loss, there was a hint of pleading and vulnerability in Pei Jue's eyes that made Qingwu's heart soften.
She looked at the ring in her palm, the gemstones carved into a rose shape shone brightly, each gem sparkled enough to prove how much the previous owner treasured it.
Pei Jue looked at Qingwu in front of him and whispered, "Please accept it, okay?"
Qingwu was so overwhelmed by his gaze that she quickly looked away.
"Alright, I'll accept it."