"My Love for You Weighs 21 Grams."
"Let me hold you for a while longer," Tristan whispered, his head nestled in the crook of Cynthia's neck. His warm breath brushed against her skin, causing a tingling sensation, but Cynthia didn't pull away. Instead, she let him hold her close, her hand gently stroking his back.
"You can hold me for a lifetime if you want," Cynthia softly replied.
Tristan gazed at her with unwavering eyes. "You said it."
"I did, and—"
Before Cynthia could finish, she felt a cool touch on her fingertip. In the dim light, a diamond ring, the size of a pigeon egg, gleamed on her finger. The platinum band held a square-cut diamond of the highest clarity, resembling a perfect, glistening sugar cube, yet it radiated a dazzling brilliance like a piece of fine art.
"What is this…" Cynthia stared at the large diamond on her ring finger, momentarily at a loss for words.