The floor-to-ceiling windows of Sydney Airport reflected Ye Xingli's slender back. She put the last platinum cufflink into the velvet jewelry box. The sound of metal collision woke up the man who was concentrating with his eyes closed.
"Miss, your ring."
A hand with sharp bones handed over an antique ring. Ye Xingli subconsciously took half a step back, but when he saw the lines on the inside of the ring clearly, his pupils suddenly shrank.
—It was a double-headed ouroboros, exactly the same as the birthmark left by her mother.
When the man stood up, his black couture suit crossed the jewelry box in her hand, and the words Lu Chenzhou exploded in her mind. The memory flashed back to the auction three days ago. The mysterious buyer holding the No. 888 Plate was looking at her with the eyes of a prey: "Ms. Ye should be interested in the Gu Group's collection appreciation party."
When the boarding reminder sounded on the radio, Ye Xingli clutched the ring and turned around, only to run into an embrace that smelled of cedar. Gu Yanshen pinched her chin with his slender fingers, her astonished face reflected in his amber pupils: "This ring was supposed to be worn on my sister's hand."
The grandfather clock in the departure hall pointed to 5:17, and cold sweat broke out on the back of Ye Xingli's neck. The nightmare she had had repeatedly for twenty years came true at this moment. The girl who was supposed to die in the plane crash turned out to be still alive?
Intention: love