Vincent came back that evening. This time, he was calm and composed.He stood in the doorway holding a velvet box, his eyes full of what seemed like genuine love for me."Cecilia," he said, his voice rough. "I know I've put you through a lot lately."He opened the box. Inside lay a necklace.The pink diamond on it sparkled under the lights. It was my favorite—the Star of Hope.Looking at the diamond, I found the whole thing ridiculous.Three years earlier, I had been hospitalized after getting hurt in a fight over a territory. The doctors had warned that my life was in danger.As I lay in my hospital bed, I watched a live stream of the auction featuring that pink diamond. Half-jokingly, I had told Vincent to buy it for me as a gift if I survived.But he had said then, "Cecilia, you know the family is short on money right now. Be reasonable. I'll buy it for you someday."Back then, I had felt bad for making such a joke at the wrong time.But the next day, I saw a photo on Lili
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