But at this mont, opening the door, he saw that little lump asleep on the bed, the soft yellow glow of the night lamp enveloping her, gentle and warm.
His heart suddenly cald down.
He walked over quietly, step by step to the side of the bed, and sat down.
He didn’t turn on the light, but he could still clearly see her long, curly, soft eyelashes, that beautifully tipped little nose, and those slightly pursed pink lips.
In fact, from five to now nearly twenty-two, so many years have really passed, but in his heart, she hasn’t changed a bit.
No matter how cold, quiet, or indifferent others found her.
He knew that wasn’t the real her; he knew what a burning heart lay beneath her cool exterior.
Much like himself once...
Gently, he held her uncovered hand, fingers interlocking, entwined so intimately, their wedding rings shining brilliantly under the soft glow of the night lamp.
He lowered his head and placed a kiss on the back of her hand, his deep eyes hidden beneath his lowered lashes.
He spoke in a soft voice, "Nuannuan, I’m back..."
The person on the bed naturally couldn’t respond to him, but he didn’t mind, just held her fingers tighter bit by bit.
Their palms pressed together, lines rging, entwined like ancient, intertwined vines, inseparable forever.
...
Song Family Mansion.
Yu Yao knew Song Yansheng had left, and she was also very aware that if she hadn’t fallen asleep, her son wouldn’t have left so easily.
But what truly made him leave was probably his inability to let go of that girl Shi Nuan.
With a sigh, she thought her son was too deeply and heavily infatuated with that child; it had beco a demon in his heart.
As his mother, powerless to stop it, she could only pray to Buddha every day, wishing for the Buddha and ancestors to protect her son throughout his life.
Struggling to sit up from the bed, she first switched on the bedside lamp and then picked up a robe to drape over her shoulders.
Afterwards, with a calm expression and steady gaze, she sat on the bed, spoke softly, "You can co out now!"
Outside the window, there seed to be a breeze, although it was already the middle of May, the wind through the window still carried a slight chill.
A faint floral scent wafted in from outside, and amid the drifting fragrance, a man’s silhouette slowly appeared from the darkness.
The man dressed in a black long gown and matching pants, walked without making a single sound.
He looked at the woman on the bed, his eyes calm, letting his unspeakable infatuation slowly conceal into the dimming light.
His thin lips moved slightly, and he spoke softly, "I thought you didn’t want to see !"
"I didn’t want to see you..." Yu Yao spoke softly, turned her calm face toward the man, "But you ca anyway, didn’t you?"
Zhong Jinnan slightly curled his lips, "Yes, I know you don’t want to see , but I want to see you... Yao’er, it’s been years, and you seem to have not changed a bit!"
Yu Yao couldn’t help but smile faintly, "Already over fifty, how could I not change at all... You yourself seem to have aged quite a bit!"
Zhong Jinnan nodded, "Yes, I’ve aged a lot... It’s truly incredible. Before I knew it, I’ve been entangled with you for most of my life!"
Yu Yao’s expression changed slightly, but she concealed it well. She said, "Zhong Jinnan, if you’ve co to reminisce with , I think we’d better not. A few years ago, we made everything clear. Your visiting today already breaks the promise we made then. If my son finds out, he won’t spare you... You should leave, I’ll pretend you never ca, and don’t co looking for again in the future!"
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Xiao Wujun: After nine months, picking up the storyline again, feeling quite anxious, hoping everyone continues to support Second Uncle, give so encouragent, much appreciated!
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