In the ring box lay a pair of matching rings, exactly the ones Clara had once imagined proposing to him with. Ian couldn't find the words to describe how he felt at that moment. He picked up one of the rings in disbelief, examining it closely. He even pulled up a photo on his phone that customer service had sent him. They were identical.

So, Clara had buried the rings she once wanted to use for their proposal here.

Why would she bury them here?

lan felt as if his heart stopped beating at that moment. His mind turned to mush, unable to think. It was a simple question, yet he couldn't bring himself to believe it. When his gaze fixed on the engraving inside the ring, he stumbled backward a few steps.

The engraving read "9911."

9911.

Wasn't that their special number? Why did Clara know it so well?

lan clenched the ring tightly in his hand, pulling out two letters from the box beside it.

His own letter, the one he had dictated, written on his behalf by No. 11, held no surprises.

look so familiar? Elegant and clear, like

brought him to tears.

Mr. Nine.

Clara.

lan dare to believe his guess. Clara was the No. 11 he

No. 11.

Clara.

Nine" Clara often called out in her dreams was him. She had been by his side since three years ago. lan's

I can stand in a courtroom, fighting for justice for those wronged, and also

light sooner.

again, Mr. Nine would recognize me, and I

Nine, I've always had a little secret

from the first day I saw you, I fell in love with you, and I hope to spend the rest

any longer. The tears streamed down his

was No. 11. She had fallen for him

he knew nothing, feeling only a vague familiarity upon their reunion, never associating it with No.

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