Ji Anning was delighted, thinking he remembered something, and excitedly asked, "Did you remember?"
Ji Chicheng lifted his head to look at her and shook his head.
"It's okay." Ji Anning raised her face, let go of Ji Chicheng's wrist, lifted her hands to cradle Ji Chicheng's thin face, tears streaming down from the corners of her eyes. She sniffed, then smiled and asked, "This ring is mine, can you help me put it on?"
Ji Chicheng stared blankly at her, then nodded, "Okay."
"Thank you." Ji Anning lowered her hands and held out the ring finger of her right hand to Ji Chicheng.
Ji Chicheng looked at Ji Anning's small hand, her slender fingers. He raised the diamond ring he held, glanced at it, and then slowly slid it onto Ji Anning's ring finger.
Every scene was so familiar, even the weak breath of the girl lying against his chest before was so déjà vu.
But he just couldn't remember, still couldn't remember.
