In high school, when her mother was still alive, she was a carefree young girl who liked to buy the trinkets that all little girls are fond of.
He saw her collection several times, unintentionally. Strangely, even though he did not try to remember anything, it seared itself into his memory.
When he first started looking for a designer to design the ring, Arthur asked him how many carats, what kind of diamond.
The minute he stated his requirements, Arthur practically choked on his own blood.
It wasn't that such an order couldn't be placed; it was just that, given Gu Annan's fortune, Arthur had assumed he would choose something more astonishing.
The designer, on the other hand, had no objections. In the designer's eyes, it was the design that was the great masterpiece, not how large the diamonds were.
The ring was pinched between his fingers, and for a moment he lost interest in the documents before him.
