The more Ji Yanzhi looked at Ji Ting's hand, the more familiar the arrangement seemed. To keep the situation from descending into even greater absurdity, he took Ji Ting's hand again, intending to remove the other four rings first.
Ji Ting was puzzled. "What's wrong?"
Ji Yanzhi's gaze flickered, and he offered a vague excuse. "Oh, nothing... it's just that these rings were all sized for your ring finger. I'm worried forcing them onto your other fingers will make them uncomfortably tight."
Ji Ting didn't suspect a thing. But as the rings came off, he keenly noticed Ji Yanzhi's shoulders trembling slightly and even heard the faintest breath of laughter. He tilted his head and leaned closer. "Ji Yanzhi, are you laughing?"
Ji Yanzhi gave a light cough, forcibly suppressing the laughter threatening to spill out of his throat. "Yes. Thinking about how we're really getting married made me so happy I couldn't help it."
Feeling the genuine happiness welling up inside him, Ji Ting's lips curved too. "Yes, I'm happy too."
Warmth flooded Ji Yanzhi's heart. He lifted his head and quickly kissed the corner of Ji Ting's mouth. "Come on, let's go inside and show Mom."
With their fingers interlaced, they walked into the living room together. Yet the apartment was utterly quiet.
They searched the entire little two-bedroom apartment, but that gentle figure had quietly vanished, as though she had never been there.
Time was up.
With Wang Mian's technical expertise and abilities, keeping the AI projection running and interactive for this long had already pushed him beyond his usual limits.
Ji Ting stood dazed in the middle of the living room, gazing at the empty sofa, his eyes briefly going blank.
Seeing him like this filled Ji Yanzhi with guilt and heartache, as though he had