Jiang Qingli hadn't expected Xie Youchen to have set her iris as one of the passwords.
'When did that guy get my iris information?'
But the next second, her gaze fell upon the gift box, and she instantly forgot her silent complaints—
The lights in the room were off. The only illumination came from the faint light peeking through the gap in the curtains and the flashing characters on the instrument panel.
In that dim light, Jiang Qingli could clearly see a pair of matching rings resting on the red velvet lining.
The rings had a simple yet elegant design, with their names engraved on the inside of the bands.
Jiang Qingli's heart skipped a beat. She turned her head to look at the figure lying on the bed.
The young man's face was pale, his eyes shut tight. His long eyelashes cast faint shadows on his face, and his brow was furrowed as if he were still worried for her safety.
