Qiao Xuanshuo reached over and took the box. Expressionless, he slowly opened the box.
Inside laid a scarlet necklace. His long and beautiful fingers touched it gently, and the penetrating chill spread from his fingertips to his whole body. This feeling was so real. It had once again come back.
From now on, he would never give this necklace to anyone.
The heart he gave away was dead, and he could not get it back at this moment. The only thing he could retrieve was the necklace he used to entrust his pure, true love.