Chapter 129 The Forgotten Keepsake

She didn't care about Xu Yueqing, and trotted over, carefully holding Jiang Chejin's arm with both hands, looking him up and down carefully, and finally her eyes fell on the bruise at the corner of his mouth. Her voice was already filled with tears, and her eyes were full of heartache that was about to overflow.

"How did it become like this?"

Xu Yingluo's crying voice was trembling, and every word was like a small stone hitting Jiang Chejin's heart, but it couldn't cause even a ripple.

His gaze subconsciously passed Xu Yingluo's tearful face and shot straight to Xu Yueqing opposite him.

But Xu Yueqing just glanced at him indifferently.

The look in his eyes was as calm as a cold pond in deep winter, without any ripples or emotions.

Jiang Chejin's heart seemed to be suddenly grasped by an invisible hand. An indescribable sour feeling suddenly surged up and blocked his throat, making it sore and swollen.

What does it feel like?

He himself can't explain it clearly.

If it were in the past, let alone a fight with someone, even if it was just a small cut on his hand by paper, Xu Yueqing's eyes would immediately turn red with heartache, and she would nervously grab his hand, find a Band-Aid for him, blow on it and ask him if it hurt.

But now, he had such a big bruise on his face, and she completely ignored it.

"Ache?"

Xu Yingluo keenly noticed that Jiang Chejin was distracted. She tightened her grip on his arm, tilted her head back, and called out in confusion.

Jiang Chejin seemed to be awakened by the call and came back to his senses.

He withdrew his gaze from Xu Yueqing, lowered his eyes, looked at Xu Yingluo who was crying pitifully in his arms, and a soothing smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"I'm fine."

"How can it be okay?" Xu Yingluo didn't believe it at all. As she spoke, tears as big as beans really rolled down her fair cheek, leaving a tear mark. "What on earth happened?"

Jiang Chejin looked at the tear and felt a trace of heartache in his heart. He raised his hand and gently wiped away her tears with his fingertips, and his voice softened by octaves.

"Don't cry."

Xu Yingluo seemed to have finally found an outlet to vent her emotions. She threw herself into Jiang Chejin's arms, hugged his waist tightly with her arms, buried her face in his chest, and her voice was muffled and trembling with fear.

"You scared me to death, Che."

Xu Yueqing turned her head to the side, not even bothering to spare a glance for the man and woman who were performing such a sad drama.

She withdrew her gaze and turned to Ji Bingqian beside her. Just as she was about to say that they could leave, a somewhat immature male voice interrupted without warning.

"Mr. Jiang, you forgot to take your ring."

A young police officer, holding an evidence bag in his hand, walked out of the office quickly and shouted directly in the direction of Jiang Chejin.

At this moment, everyone's eyes were attracted by a magnet and fixed on the young police officer's hand.

In the evidence bag lay a simple plain ring.

Under the cold light in the police station lobby, there was a faint and old light.

Xu Yueqing's pupils shrank at that moment.

She could recognize it even through a layer of plastic.

She bought it.

On her third anniversary with Jiang Chejin, she saved two months' living expenses and went to all the silver jewelry stores in the city before she picked out this pair of the simplest rings that symbolized their longevity.

She always wears it on her ring finger.

It was not until the day they broke up that she took it off with her own hands and threw it into the river.

But he never wore Jiang Chejin's one.