When she returned earlier, she placed it along with her bag in the cabinet, and now she hurriedly got out of bed to retrieve it.
At this mont, with Song Yansheng not ho, it was the perfect ti to unwrap the gift.
Shi Nuan quickly found the intricately wrapped little box, then reached out to untie the beautiful ribbon.
To be honest, when Shi Nuan was young, she often received all kinds of beautiful gifts.
Especially on her birthday each year, her grandfather would throw a big party for her; his status in T City was indisputable.
Many people wanted to curry favor with him, and to do so, they had to please and protect his beloved granddaughter Shi Nuan.
When she was young, Shi Nuan opened so many gifts that her hands cramped.
The room was packed full with various gifts.
After her grandfather passed away, Shi Nuan buried many of the gifts in the garden of his old house.
She hadn’t expected the Xu Family to decline so quickly, nor that her younger aunt and grandmother would sell the house and leave.
But in Shi Nuoxin’s heart, since her grandfather had lived there, that place was still the warm haven in her heart.
Even though many years passed and she never visited the house again.
About nine years ago, she inadvertently heard that her grandfather’s house was demolished.
Now, the area had developed into a new comrcial district, and it was no longer the place Shi Nuan once knew.
About two and a half years ago, Shi Nuan had visited the place once with Song Yichuan.
When she was with Shen Zui, he had also suggested going, but she refused, and Shen Zui did not insist.
Song Yichuan’s personality was much gentler than Shen Zui’s, yet at tis, he had a firm side, like that ti.
Song Yichuan had said, "Nuannuan, there are so things you can’t escape from, and since you can’t, then face them bravely. Besides, I’m with you, what are you afraid of..."
Shi Nuan went, but never returned after that visit.
In truth, for many places, mories are enough, and those mories are rooted in the heart.
Even when reality had changed so much that things were no longer as they were, as long as the mories remained vivid, everything is still as it was.
Thinking of the past, Shi Nuan couldn’t help but sigh in her heart, she took a deep breath, trying to calm herself before opening the gift box.
The mont she saw what was inside, she was sowhat shocked and unwilling to believe it.
Inside the box was a stack of photos, and the person in the photos was none other than Song Yansheng.
Shi Nuan casually pulled out a photo, where Song Yansheng stood in front of a building wearing a black shirt.
His thin lips were pressed together, his stance casual, yet through the photos, Shi Nuan could sense the proud solitude in his eyes.
The Song Yansheng in the photos looked noticeably younger than he did now, appearing at most seventeen or eighteen, about twenty years old.
Shi Nuan realized these were photos taken while Song Yansheng was in Arica.
In the rooms at the Song Mansion, there were quite a few photos of Song Yansheng, but they appeared to be from the past two or three years, without any older ones.
Shi Nuan had seen a few sowhat older ones at the Song Family Mansion, but they were not many.
Now, what Wen Biyue gave her was at least several dozen photos, showing different age stages.
Because in around a dozen of them, Song Yansheng had even gotten a perm.
As expected, a handso guy is a handso guy, no matter how he’s styled he’s still handso, but Shi Nuan still found it quite amusing.
Shi Nuan finally understood why Wen Biyue wanted her to look at them without Song Yansheng knowing.
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