As I glanced over, my peripheral vision caught someone sitting on the first bench. Their gaze locked onto mine, lingering particularly on my ring. A slight shake of their head followed. Oh no, does this indicate an ominous omen?
"I heard a warning that discarding that ring might prevent impending misfortune within your home. Apparently, your life will be intertwined with this man's love, leading to a cycle of death and rebirth," the voice carried a hard romantic edge, tinged with dramatic undertones and a hint of betrayal.
