[I'm so nervous. Bo Lin should like it, right?]
[His fingers are so long and slender. It'll definitely look good on him. Should I put it straight on him or ask him first?]
[Maybe I should put mine on first?]
The man's thoughts were so loud in his ears that watching him fumble with the rings made Bo Lin anxious for him.
"This is my first time giving someone a ring. Try it on and see if it fits?"
Hua Jian had never been this nervous.
He had thought giving Bo Lin a ring would be as simple as giving him a piece of clothing.
Who knew that actually sitting here, looking at the two rings nestled together in the brocade box, would leave him as flustered as if he were proposing?
The thought of proposing made Hua Jian even more nervous.
His fingers grew sticky with sweat. Perhaps he had pressed the ring too firmly into the brocade box; he tried pulling it out several times, but it wouldn't budge.
Watching him press his lips together anxiously, Bo Lin inexplicably felt like laughing.
But he knew he absolutely couldn't laugh right now, or his sweetheart beside him would be utterly mortified.
Just as Hua Jian was growing anxious and frustrated, a hand covered his. His hand stilled, and he said, utterly deflated, "I'm sorry."
This should have been the romantic moment when he put the ring on Bo Lin, but he had made a mess of it.
Without a word, Bo Lin took one of the rings out and brought it closer to examine it.
It was a very simple plain band, with a tiny diamond chip set in the center.
Bo Lin turned the ring slightly, and it glittered in the light.
While Hua Jian was still fretting,