It’s already almost 8 o’clock.
Orange is clearly starving, and at so point jumped onto the bed to remind her owner it’s ti to be fed.
Zhang Yan’s body jolted as if she suddenly rembered sothing, her face instantly showing a panicked expression.
She sat up abruptly, grabbed her phone by the pillow, and unlocked the screen.
The ssage history with ’Tang Song’ from last night was lying there quietly.
Her chest began to rise and fall violently, and her heart, previously calm from sleep, started wildly pounding again.
It really wasn’t a dream.
She lowered her head, looking at Orange beside her, as the dream-like scenes from last night uncontrollably flooded her mind again.
The weariness that was still lingering on her cheeks was quickly masked by a burning blush.
Then, she hugged Orange tightly, rubbing her scalding face against its body, mumbling, "I... this..."
"ow~ ow~" Orange, famished, protested even louder.
Just then.
"Dingdong——"
The WeChat notification sound chid.
[Tang Song: "Good morning, Zhang Yan, I’ll be at Lanxin Garden in about 30 minutes."]
Zhang Yan’s heart skipped a beat; she quickly tossed Orange onto the bed and replied with a speedy "Okay."
Then she hurriedly put on her slippers and dashed outside.
Like a wind-up toy rabbit, she started frantically tidying up.
Straightening the bed, quickly freshening up, changing clothes...
She was really too tired last night, sleeping so deeply that she forgot to set the alarm.
Yet her eyes were filled with an unmistakable sparkling joy.
This was probably the most delightful yet chaotic morning she’d had in years.
But when she stood in front of the mirror, looking at the sowhat plain reflection, she couldn’t help but bow her head self-consciously.
She had never been in the habit of wearing makeup and rarely bought expensive clothes.
The outfit she was wearing was the most presentable she had, but it was just a pricier office attire.
In front of Tang Song, it really wasn’t anything impressive.
But now, it’s too late to say anything.
She could only quickly wash her bangs, straighten them a bit with a flat iron, and carefully apply so skincare lotion on her face.
After completing all this, she sat in the living room, restless.
Staring at the phone screen, she began to silently wait.
Ti was drawing closer, her heartbeat growing ever more rapid.
She couldn’t sit still any longer, quickly walking out the door, heading downstairs to wait.
At this ti, the sunlight was perfect, the air sowhat cool, very pleasant.
Aunt Wang was watering the flowers downstairs, and upon seeing her, imdiately greeted her warmly, "Oh my, Yanyan, you’re really looking lovely today. Have you eaten yet?"
Zhang Yan blushed and shook her head, responding softly, "Not yet."
Aunt Wang, seeing her standing there motionless, smiled and ca over, "Are you waiting for a friend?"
"Um... yes..."
Aunt Wang said excitedly, "You know, my nephew I ntioned last ti, he’s coming to my house today; you should co over for lunch as well!"
Aunt Wang was famously kind-hearted, and ever since knowing Zhang Yan was single, she’d been eager to introduce her outstanding nephew.
Upon hearing this, Zhang Yan shook her head vigorously in fright, blushing and waving her hands, "No need, Aunt Wang, really, no need..."
"Oh, don’t be shy!" Aunt Wang took her hand and began enthusiastically praising, "Ah Guang is about your age, a really handso young man, and his job is quite stable..."
Zhang Yan’s lips moved, wanting to say sothing, but she was too embarrassed to interrupt her senior’s enthusiasm directly.
Just then, a gentle, amused voice called out from a short distance.
"Zhang Yan!"
Zhang Yan’s body trembled violently, and she quickly looked up at him, her expression sowhat dazed.
Aunt Wang also followed her gaze curiously, and then saw the young man walking over, her eyes suddenly widened significantly.
Tang Song was wearing a modest casual outfit, but his exceptionally remarkable appearance and deanor still made him stand out.
Standing beneath the morning sun, he seed to be veiled in a layer of light.
Tang Song stopped beside her, "Today’s outfit is perfect on you."
Zhang Yan was imdiately flustered, blushing and lowering her head.
Looking at Zhang Yan’s deanor, then at the young man before her.
Aunt Wang showed an embarrassed expression.
She’s soone with experience and had played matchmaker for many years; she could see through the girl’s thoughts at a glance.
Of course, it was mainly because the young man before them was sowhat overly outstanding.
Her nephew couldn’t compare to him by a long shot.
Noticing her gaze, Tang Song politely greeted Aunt Wang.
His gaze returned to Zhang Yan, asking softly, "Have you had breakfast?"
Zhang Yan lightly shook her head, "No."
"That’s perfect, how about showing so of the local delicacies around here?"
"Sure..." Zhang Yan looked up at him, nodding lightly.
The two walked towards the community gate, Zhang Yan always trailing slightly behind him, closely following.
Tang Song glanced sideways at her, his steps barely pausing. When Zhang Yan, due to inertia, walked beside him, he again extended his hand.
At this mont, Zhang Yan, completely clear-headed, could distinctly feel.
Tang Song’s slender and strong hand gradually clasping hers.
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