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After finishing the dishes, Shen Du walked into the living room and took out a small square gift box from the drawer beneath the coffee table, handing it to Yao Nian. The box was a classic blue adorned with a satin ribbon bow.
Yao Nian hesitated, "Is this for me?"
"Who else could it be for?" Shen Du smiled. "Why don't you open it and see?"
As she untied the ribbon, she revealed a gold knot necklace from a brand called Jialie, intricately entwined with diamond-studded knots, also known as the Heart Knot. Yao Nian had seen this necklace on social media before; it was a new release from their collection, and Shen Du had chosen the full diamond version, which sparkled even more in person.
"But it's not a special occasion. Why are you giving me a gift?" she asked.
Shen Du picked up the necklace. "When I went with Zheyuan to pick out wedding rings, I thought this would suit you perfectly. I just hadn't found the right moment to give it to you."
He moved behind her, gently brushing aside her hair that fell on either side of her shoulders. "Let me help you put it on."
With a soft click of the clasp, the necklace settled perfectly between her collarbones, reflecting tiny shards of light. Yao Nian's skin had a naturally golden tone that was both elegant and clean, complementing her overall aura beautifully.
She opened her phone's camera and took a picture of herself wearing the necklace. "It's so beautiful."
"Little girl," he said affectionately.
She was so focused on admiring the necklace that she absentmindedly responded to him.
Shen Du turned her body to face him directly, locking eyes with her. "The sales associate told me that the Heart Knot symbolizes an unbreakable bond. So once you wear it, you have to stay by my side forever."
A smile crept onto Yao Nian's lips as she raised an eyebrow at him. "Aren't you afraid I might change my mind?"
"I won't give you the chance to regret it," he replied firmly.
With that, he leaned down and kissed her softly, pouring all his affection into that moment without a hint of desire.
"Thank you for being so sincere, open, and passionately in love with me," she said softly.
"And thank you for allowing me to have such a wonderful you," he replied. "In this vast world, how lucky I am to be your moon."
At that moment, Yao Nian received a call from the detention center while she was struggling with a piece of toast in the library, battling through her International Economic Law course.
As the end of the semester approached, the workload surged, with assignments piling up and books to memorize that seemed impossible to finish. In her quest for a decent GPA, Fang Yi felt more anxious than during her college entrance exams.
She closed the book with a look of despair. This wasn’t review; it was clearly pre-study!
Lin Mo also felt a sense of hopelessness wash over her. Why did she suddenly feel so resigned to her fate?
Yao Nian smiled as she answered a call in the library. "Hello? Who is this?"
"Hello, is this a relative of Yao Zhandong?"
Her grip on the edge of her clothing tightened.
The investigator informed her of the time for picking him up and what materials she needed to prepare. When she heard the words "released without charge," her fingers slowly relaxed from their tight hold, momentarily unable to process what she had just heard.
Yao Nian called Shen Du.
His tone didn’t sound surprised; it was as if he had anticipated this outcome all along.
"You already knew?"
"Just a few minutes before you. I thought you would be happier to hear this news yourself."
Suddenly feeling flustered, she asked, "Is there anything else I need to bring? I’ve heard from the older generation that when someone first gets out, you should ward off bad luck. Should I bring him a new set of clothes? Right, and he needs to take a bath—should I prepare that in advance?"
"Yao Nian, Yao Nian."
Shen Du gently interrupted her rambling over the phone. "That’s enough. Your father is gone."
Those words sent a wave of unbearable sorrow surging from her chest to her forehead, and she couldn’t help but raise her hand to wipe away tears from her eyes.
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