Spring Comes Late to Nantang

The two young heirs of the capital’s elite circles always wore a ring and never took it off.

Someone once got a good look at them. They were just ordinary plain silver rings.

No one knew they were cheap trinkets Jiang Chutang had casually bought from a street stall when she was ten.

Yet the two men treasured them like precious gems, wearing them for fifteen whole years.

Then Xia Zhizhi came along, and they took off the silver rings and replaced them with can tabs she had given them.

That was the moment Jiang Chutang decided to walk away from their tangled love affair.

On a sunny afternoon, she agreed to the marriage her family had arranged for her.