"Mu Yichen, I'll give it back to you." She raised her head, and there was determination in her eyes. "I haven't touched this thing. You can take it back and change it. Next time when you fall in love with someone, you should engrave her name in it and send it back again."
Mu Yongjun's face turned pale in an instant. It was as if his chest had been stabbed by a knife. It was terribly cold.
Her eyes trembled for a moment. Seeing that he did not respond at all, Lan Xi suddenly seemed to have understood something. She wore a sweet but self-deprecating smile in a trance, with her small pear-shaped dimples full of sadness.
"I'm really sorry. I forgot who you are. How could you be so poor as to give a present twice? This thing should be something that you can easily take out, right?"
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