Shi Nuan felt she had asked the wrong question and was sowhat guilty, wanting to apologize, but her throat was dry and she couldn’t speak.
"No, it wouldn’t be..."
Finally, Song Yansheng answered her question, saying, "Xiao Chuan is kind-hearted. He would only wish us well, he wouldn’t hate us!"
Shi Nuan stood there stiffly, not speaking, just looking at him with misty eyes.
The man curved a gentle smile, extended another hand, and lightly brushed her dark hair, saying, "The sunset is approaching outside, the scenery is beautiful, let take Nuannuan to see it... alright?"
Faced with such a gentle and soft Song Yansheng, Shi Nuan truly couldn’t find words to refuse. She lowered her eyebrows slightly, and finally nodded lightly.
Song Yansheng tightened his grip on her hand, little by little, intertwining their fingers tightly.
Palm in palm, their lines seed to fit perfectly, as if... they were in love.
Song Yansheng led Shi Nuan outside, and at the door, they encountered Aunt Hui, who intended to ask if it was ti for dinner.
Seeing Song Yansheng directly leading Shi Nuan out of the room, she didn’t ask in the end...
After all, a short delay wouldn’t matter. If Mr. was hungry, he would naturally instruct her.
Turning her gaze to the receding hand-in-hand figures, the man was as elegant as jade, the woman serene and beautiful.
They truly seed harmonious, so... well-matched!
...
The Song Mansion in the evening was undoubtedly beautiful. Shi Nuan had taken a few strolls in the garden, with Song Yansheng, with Ye Mingi, and occasionally by herself, but it seed she could never fully take in the views of the garden.
This ti, Song Yansheng took her to the backyard, where he had recently planted four purple vine flowers.
There were no purple vine flowers planted at Shi Nuan’s ho, but it was said that when they blood, they looked like a cascade of purple waterfall, extraordinarily beautiful.
Currently, they were just saplings, yet she was already anticipating how they would look in bloom...
"How long until they bloom?" Shi Nuan asked.
Song Yansheng said, "These are four-year-old seedlings, barring any surprises, they should bloom by this ti next year!"
Shi Nuan’s eyebrows softened as she said, "I think they will be very beautiful when they bloom!"
Seeing Shi Nuan’s expression, knowing she liked them, Song Yansheng felt pleased and said with a smile, "It seems that in order for Nuannuan to see them bloom, I’ll be quite busy in the coming year..."
Shi Nuan paused for a mont and looked at him.
Weren’t there flower farrs and gardeners? Was Song Yansheng planning to cultivate them himself?
Song Yansheng, however, didn’t intend to continue the previous topic and asked Shi Nuan, "Have you heard the legend of the purple vine flower?"
Shi Nuan shook her head. She liked seeing all beautiful things, naturally including lovely flowers, but she was indeed unaware of their legends.
"According to the legend, a deeply in love couple jumped off a cliff together. Later, a tree grew by the cliff where they jumped, with vines entwined around it, and flowers blooming from the vines, purple with a hint of blue, brilliant like clouds, very beautiful. People called it the purple vine flower. Because purple vine flowers need to entwine around trees to live, unable to survive alone, so say it is the incarnation of the woman who sacrificed herself, while the tree is the incarnation of the man. In this way, they incarnated into purple vine flowers, living for love, dying without it, entangled with each other for all eternity..."
Shi Nuan’s eyes flickered, not expecting such a poignant story to be hidden within.
After a mont of thought, she spoke softly, "Actually, this... is quite nice too..."
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