Ten years ago, Xu Jiayan returned to secular life for me, and I put on a concentric ring for him.
The so-called concentric ring is the certificate of love between men and women in our village. The person wearing it must stay together for the rest of his life, otherwise he will suffer the pain of having his heart and bones ripped out, and his life will be shattered.
I never doubted my sincerity, and I knew that he was most afraid of life and death, but I didn't expect that after he brought the woman home, there was no movement in Tongxinhuan.
Xu Jiayan looked at the silver ring on his wrist and chuckled, "Hibiscus, you see, even the heart ring doesn't work, which means you are not my destiny. But in order to prevent your death, I will keep you by my side and let you take care of me."
"Take care of it? Since it doesn't work, what else do I have to protect?" After that, I led the eighteen-year-old boy out of the house, grabbed his chin and bit into it.
Intention: Take pity on the people in front of you