The house that was once lifeless and soulless, has beco vibrant and lively because Shi Nuan is there.
Song Yansheng truly enjoys this feeling and hopes it can last forever, never to fade away.
"Oh—" As they walked, Shi Nuan suddenly rembered sothing and shouted.
Song Yansheng frowned and asked what was wrong.
"The fountain pen! The gift for Mr. Lin, I left it in my bag and forgot to give it to him!"
Shi Nuan was upset; after finding out about Lin Junyi’s birthday, she and Lv Nan Nan went downtown together during lunchti today to pick out a gift for Lin Junyi.
When they arrived, there were too many students, and Lin Junyi was constantly surrounded by them.
Shi Nuan was too shy to deliver the gift, and later, Lin Junyi ca with Chu Jingyun, interrupting everything.
She actually forgot to give the gift.
Song Yansheng smiled faintly, saying: "It’s fine, just send it over another day..."
"But today is Mr. Lin’s birthday, how can I send it another day!"
At this point, it was impossible for Song Yansheng to have Shi Nuan make another trip to Lin Junyi’s, so he called Old Zhang and asked him to send it instead!
Shi Nuan felt it was too inconvenient, but Song Yansheng didn’t mind, saying: "It’s a round trip of just over an hour, not a hassle, let Old Zhang make a run!"
Shi Nuan didn’t know what to say, she could only thank Old Zhang, watching him leave with the pen, feeling guilty in her heart.
"Don’t think too much about it, we’re going inside now, it’s late, we should get to sleep!"
Shi Nuan responded with an "mm," and followed Song Yansheng into the house, going upstairs.
That night, Shi Nuan and Song Yansheng were tender to each other, perhaps because of the embrace outside Lin Junyi’s villa.
Shi Nuan truly enjoyed the atmosphere of that evening.
Through the night, they indulged in each other’s presence, Shi Nuan watched Song Yansheng’s eyes and brows, and took the initiative to kiss his lips.
What Song Yansheng gave her in return was everything he had.
Later, the two were tired, and they leaned into each other, embracing.
Shi Nuan asked Song Yansheng, "Second Uncle, what do you think love is?"
Feeling the warmth of the small woman in his arms, Song Yansheng softly said, "I think love is just like now, snuggling together, accompanying one another, never leaving or forsaking!"
Shi Nuan’s eyes glimred for a mont, then after a while, she softly responded, "Mm, I think so too..."
Afterwards, Song Yansheng kissed her forehead, saying, "Good night, Nuannuan!"
Shi Nuan leaned into his embrace, softly replying, "Good night... Second Uncle!"
Yet, on such a beautiful evening, Shi Nuan dreamt again.
And it was a dream she had once before.
Still that rainy night, she and Song Yansheng stood facing each other.
Both their faces were wet with tears and rain, Song Yansheng looked anguished, his eyes full of despair.
He questioned Shi Nuan, "Why do you treat this way? Nuannuan, why do you treat this way?"
Shi Nuan couldn’t answer, just cried, crying along with him.
The agony spread, long and far, so much so that when Shi Nuan opened her eyes, they were filled with tears.
By then, daylight had broken, Shi Nuan stared at the ceiling, a chill in her heart, unable to speak.
Beside her, Song Yansheng was still asleep, she turned her face, looking at the man’s handso brows and eyes, his serene sleeping face, her heart suddenly overwheld with uncontrollable sadness.
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