Peggy Lewis took the ring.
It was too valuable.
Not just in terms of price, but also the meaning the ring represented.
Most importantly, it was a keepsake left by Lyke Zhekova's late mother.
Peggy was so nervous, what would she do if she lost it?
Her first thought was to have Lyke hold onto it for her.
Just like a child handing over her red packet to her mother during the Spring Festival, asking her to keep it safe.
But then she remembered Lyke didn't even have a bag to keep it in, she might be a better option.
So, Peggy carefully put it into her own bag and stored it away safely.
"Peggy, now that you have accepted the ring, you are officially going to be part of our Zhekova family," declared Third Old Master Zhekova.
Peggy shyly smiled and blushed, accepting his words.
"That's wonderful!" The Old Master Zhekova exhaled as if a weight was lifted off his chest, "Now I have a new reason to cling onto life for as long as I could, at least until their wedding day."
