Shen You’an was a little surprised when she saw the na, but upon closer thought, many details she’d overlooked in the past seed to confirm it all.
Every year on her father’s death anniversary, there would always be a bouquet of morial carnations placed before his grave.
Her father’s comrades, whenever they visited him, would bring chrysanthemums that symbolized mourning.
But the aning of carnations is gratitude.
On her father’s death anniversary this year, it happened to be the sa day Rong Xianning saved her drunk uncle on the streets of Qingzhou.
She suddenly rembered a distant mory.
It was the day her father was buried, the uncles lined up to comfort her, but the more they tried, the harder she cried.
The uncles were at a loss, simply feeling that the little girl who had lost her father was so pitiful, their eyes full of sympathy.
But no one knew just how heavy this grief really was.
It was the first day she had been reborn.
Why, why couldn’t it have been earlier, allowing her to stop that fire.
But fate had to play tricks on her, forcing her to endure the pain of losing her father once more.
She could no longer rember how she lived through that day in her previous life.
But this ti, she cried with endless sorrow.
Cried for the hardships she’d endured, and cried for the deception of fate.
Later, her uncles received a call to attend to a firefighting mission and all left, leaving only her uncle behind.
Zhou Qin called, urging her uncle to return, and fearing she might overhear, her uncle walked off to answer the call.
She cried herself tired, kneeling quietly and silently in front of her father’s gravestone.
The weather had been gloomy all morning, and the sky was overcast with thick clouds.
Sure enough, torrential rain ca, right on cue.
She was soaked from head to toe, but she remained still, letting the wind and rain beat against her.
"An’an, it’s pouring rain, let’s go back now."
Her uncle ran over and placed his jacket over her head to shield her from the rain.
She remained like an emotionless puppet, kneeling there stiff and numb, a sight that shocked anyone who saw it.
Zhang Jian comforted her, deeply pained, "If you stay in the rain, you’ll get sick. Listen to your uncle, let’s go back first."
Zhang Jian reached out to lift her despite her resistance.
At that mont, Zhang Jian’s phone rang again—no doubt Zhou Qin was calling once more.
The ringtone echoed incessantly, as if it wouldn’t stop unless answered, cloaked in an urgency that felt suffocating.
Zhang Jian’s irritation flared, and he took his phone, storming into the distance: "Zhou Qin, what the hell do you want...?"
Shen You’an’s face, blurred by the rain, revealed a mocking expression.
A single umbrella appeared above her, shielding her from the rainstorm that had consud the world.
She froze for a mont, and in the next instant, felt the umbrella handle being pushed into her hand. She turned her head, only catching sight of a boy under the umbrella, who quickly disappeared into the rainy haze.
Torrents of rain poured down, beads of water cascading like strings of pearls, blurring both the heavens and the earth, and also obscuring the distant figure retreating into the downpour.
Under the faint moonlight, the boy’s brows and eyes gradually overlapped with the face under the umbrella in her distant mories—a fleeting glimpse, shaped gently by ti yet strengthened by its weight.
"Back then in the cetery, the one who gave an umbrella was you. The one who ca to visit my father every year for the past ten years, was also you."
Rong Xianning turned his head away, lips pressed tightly together, his expression revealing discomfort as if his secret had been exposed.
"I’m sorry...."
"Rong Xianning, you don’t need to apologize to anyone." Shen You’an’s tone grew firm.
"But..."
"There are no ’buts.’"
In the darkness, Shen You’an’s eyes shone with piercing light.
"You have done nothing to be sorry for. From now on, stop living with guilt. Only by living with purpose and brilliance can my father’s sacrifice hold greater aning."
Stop living with guilt...
The single sentence pierced straight into Rong Xianning’s heart.
He could no longer hold back his tears.
Like soone cold instinctively finding warmth, he couldn’t help but embrace Shen You’an.
Their embrace had nothing to do with romance or allure—it was rely two lonely souls seeking a safe harbor to rest.
Under the moonlight, they held each other, and in the darkness, saw their true hearts clearly.
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