When Song Yansheng returned to the ward again, Nuannuan was just about to go to the bathroom.
Song Yansheng didn’t stop her. He sat down on the chair, casually took out a cigarette, and when he was about to light it, he rembered sothing and paused.
The bathroom door was reflective. Just as Nuannuan was about to open it, she saw the reflection of Song Yansheng raising a cigarette on the door, and her movent stalled for a second.
Although Song Yansheng stopped in ti, Nuannuan still couldn’t help turning back and saying, "Second Uncle, are you craving a smoke?"
Song Yansheng froze for a mont, then shook his head. "Not really, it’s just out of habit..."
"If it’s out of habit, that ans Second Uncle smokes quite a lot..."
Nuannuan’s tone was calm, but in her words, there was a faint trace of reproach.
That Song Yansheng smoked, and sotis had a pretty strong addiction, was sothing Nuannuan had long known.
But the old Nuannuan felt that as long as each did their own part well, she had no right to interfere with him.
That question she’d suddenly blurted just now hadn’t gone through any thought, but sohow, she felt sothing had already changed.
Knowing his little wife was throwing a small fit, Song Yansheng gave a thin smile, then reached out and tossed the cigarette butt in his hand, the cigarette pack, and that expensive diamond-encrusted lighter all together into the trash can.
He exhaled lightly and said, "Starting today, I’m quitting."
Nuannuan was stunned, wondering if her dislike had shown that clearly.
And that just because of her two sentences, Song Yansheng was actually going to quit smoking!
He even threw away all his cigarettes right in front of her.
The cigarettes were one thing, but that lighter...
Nuannuan walked straight over and took the lighter out of the trash can. Song Yansheng watched her at ease, neither hurried nor slow.
The faint smile at the corner of his lips made Nuannuan feel very embarrassed.
Nuannuan blinked and said, "Who says a lighter is only for lighting cigarettes? It’s for lighting fires, not necessarily cigarettes..."
Song Yansheng raised his brows. "Mm, Nuannuan is right. This lighter, I’ll give it to Nuannuan."
Nuannuan: "..."
Forget it, forget it. If he’s giving it to her, she’ll take it. No need to stand on ceremony with him.
She bit her lip, lifted her chin, and said, "Then I’ll thank Second Uncle~"
With that, she turned and walked toward the bathroom.
Watching the little girl’s back, Song Yansheng’s lips curved in a smile.
The little girl had no idea that this lighter was sothing he’d specifically commissioned a designer to custom-make back when he was in Arica, a one and only in the world.
The reason he’d been willing to throw it away was that he wanted to toss out so so-called burdens. After all, those mories from Arica weren’t exactly pleasant.
But if his little wife was too thrifty to let it go, what else could he say?
So be it. No matter how unpleasant the mories, there were always bits of good mixed in.
For example, when he watched photos and videos of Nuannuan, his heart would beco very calm.
Now that the lighter was given to Nuannuan, it counted as a kind of cycle coming full circle, which was pretty nice too.
...
Nuannuan really didn’t much like n who smoked, but strangely enough, she wasn’t that repulsed by Song Yansheng.
On the contrary, every now and then she even felt that the faint tobacco scent on him slled quite good.
She didn’t know if it was because Song Yansheng had been her idol when she was young, so that worship complex was at work, to the point of loving the house and its crow.
In her mory, her grandfather also smoked, but he never smoked in front of her.
Her grandfather had smoked his whole life, but when she was six, he quit, and the reason was also a sentence from her.
Nuannuan had said, "Grandpa, you don’t sll good."
What she ant by "don’t sll good" was actually that there was so smoke sll. From that mont on, Grandpa never smoked again.
Back then, Grandma even joked, "Sure enough, our Nuannuan is the favored one. The old man smoked all his life, and all my nagging did nothing. Little Nuannuan just says she doesn’t like it once, and he actually quits..."
But in the end, Grandpa still quit too late, because when he passed away, it also started from lung cancer.
Nuannuan wasn’t repulsed by the smoke on Song Yansheng, but she still couldn’t help reminding him, mostly because this mory had surfaced.
But speaking of it, a few days had already passed since she and Song Yansheng returned from Arica, and there was still no news of Grandma and Younger Aunt.
She of course believed that Song Yansheng would definitely arrange for people to look for them, but the agitation in her heart still couldn’t be suppressed.
Among her relatives, Father was no longer just her Father alone, but Grandma and Younger Aunt were truly still her own Grandma and Younger Aunt.
...
Nuannuan stayed in the hospital for about three days, during which ti, Song Yansheng dropped his work to accompany her the whole ti.
Naturally, so people who knew the situation ca to the hospital to visit her, like Yao Ziwan, like Qu Yuzuo, and even Jiang Ziyuan ca.
Nuannuan felt quite embarrassed about it. She had rely almost drowned, and she was fine now. How had she troubled so many people to co see her?
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