When she was nineteen years old, she was fascinated by ancient Egyptian-style arm rings, inlaid with large gems, gold as the base, and exquisitely carved. Unfortunately, it was difficult to find that kind of ancient and ancient artwork. She only mentioned it to Jun Ru once... Xia Qing saw a small card under the bracelet with red silk thread, with handwriting flying dragons and phoenixes dancing through the paper.

It says: On X, X, I bought it in Egypt on X, and I missed people when I saw things and thought of them. I only had one word for the signature, 黑.

The handwriting on the card is old, obviously not just written it recently. Calculate the day, it was the second month after Jun Wu left her and disappeared completely. It turned out that at that time, someone else was in Egypt.

His eyes turned darker, and Xia Qing held the extremely beautiful arm ring. After a long time, his breathing seemed to have stopped.

In her eyes, the fog was condensed. As the crystal tears were about to fall, Xia Qing closed her eyes and gently put her arm ring aside to look at the next item.

At the age of twenty, she loves dancing. As a dancer, she dreams of having a pair of unique dance shoes. At that time, Loli Lan, the most famous dance shoes in France, had already completed her last pair of works. From then on, she no longer accepted orders. One afternoon, Xia Qing held a fashion magazine and stared at the master's dance shoes in a daze. She had never told anyone, including Jun Lu, how much she liked the master's works and loved them to the extreme. Unfortunately, it was hard to find a shoe, and some things were not something that could be bought with a lot of money.

She learned to regret and recognized the beauty of incompleteness.

But she never expected that many years later, in a huge gift box, she found such a pair of dancing shoes. Xia Qing could see at a glance that it was made by Luo Li Lan himself, the style she liked, the style she admired, and Xia Qing fell in love with her at a glance.

Similarly, in the shoes, she found another card: On XX, X, the princess lost her dancing shoes, and stored them here. My princess, when do you plan to retrieve it? The signature is still in the same word.

Xia Qing clearly remembered that this time was the day when she hated Jun Wu the most, hated his abandonment, hated his ruthlessness, hated him for being able to let go if he could say let go, but she could only hide in the darkness without any competingness, licking the wound, and slowly waiting for the hideous wound to heal.

Didn’t he make up his mind to leave her forever?

Why do I still write these affectionate words, full of expectations between the lines.

Xia Qing raised her eyes and looked at the sky for a while. She gently put down her shoes and took out another thing.

It was a ring woven with a grass ring, with a faint lavender fragrance. Xia Qing knew that this must be woven from the violet lavender produced in the Muti Villa in the Netherlands. Because at that time, Jun Wu proposed to her, she remembered that she refused. She was so anxious that she threw out an excuse that she did not want diamond rings or gems. She asked Jun Wu to go to the most famous destination villa in the Netherlands and plant a lavender himself. From sprouting to blooming, he personally cared for it. When the flowers failed, he took the roots of the lavender, pulled out the thin silk, and weaved it into a grass ring ring to propose to her. She agreed without hesitation.
Chapter completed!