Inside the ring box was a pair of matching rings—the exact design Joey had once wanted to use to propose to him.
Frederic couldn't describe how he felt at that moment. In disbelief, he picked up one of the rings and examined it closely.
He even found the photos the customer service representative had sent him on his phone. They were identical.
This meant Joey had buried the rings she had intended to use for her proposal here.
Why had she buried them here? Frederic felt as if his heart had stopped beating, his mind turning to mush, unable to process such a simple question.
When his gaze fell on the inner band of the ring, he couldn't help but stagger back a few steps. Engraved inside the ring was "9911."
9911.
Isn't this the number between him and No.11? Why does Joey know it so clea
