Shi Nuan’s eyes flickered, montarily unsure how to respond.
Or rather, she dared not reveal the truth to Song Yansheng.
This morning, upon waking, she discovered Song Yansheng was not in the room, as if he hadn’t returned all night.
At that mont, there was indeed a strange feeling in her heart.
She couldn’t quite describe this feeling, was it discomfort or disappointnt.
It certainly wasn’t a good emotion.
Seeing Shi Nuan remain silent, Song Yansheng raised his handso brows slightly and a gentle smile graced his lips.
He said, "If that’s so, I will never let Nuannuan stay in an empty room again in the future!"
Shi Nuan instinctively frowned and turned to look at him, what did he an?
Song Yansheng didn’t say much more, continuing to busy himself with his tasks, the smile at his lips never fading.
Shi Nuan suppressed her temper and said, "Second Uncle, breakfast is almost ready, hurry up!"
Having inford Song Yansheng thus, she turned to leave.
Yet the mont she lifted her step, her wrist was held by the man’s hand, damp with moisture.
"The juice is almost ready, wait for a mont!"
Shi Nuan frowned slightly, she honestly didn’t want to wait, but rembered what Yu Yao had ntioned, that Song Yansheng made the juice by hand for her.
Leaving just like that would seem a bit heartless.
She stood there patiently, not looking at Song Yansheng, rely focusing her gaze on the rain outside the small window.
The rain showed no sign of easing and seed to be intensifying, the gloomy sky making one’s mood equally gloomy.
Shi Nuan wasn’t fond of rain, even though her relationship with Shen Zui had begun on a rainy day.
But if possible, she would have preferred it to be a sunny afternoon filled with warmth.
Thinking of Shen Zui, her eyelashes fluttered briefly, pondering whether Sister Xia had seen Shen Zui then.
How would Shen Zui react, knowing she was now with Song Yansheng?
Angry? Furious? Or perhaps sad and upset?
But whatever his reaction, it had nothing to do with her anymore.
"It hasn’t rained in T City for a while!"
The last ti it rained was the day Xiao Chuan left, and that was nearly two months ago.
Shi Nuan softly murmured, "Today’s rain isn’t very nice!"
"Oh?" Song Yansheng raised his eyebrows, seemingly puzzled, "Why is that?"
"It makes one feel a heaviness in their chest, and it seems like it won’t stop anyti soon!"
With May advancing to its latter days, more rain is expected as sumr arrives in T City.
The water level in Wangjiang would also, during that period, reach its peak of the year.
Song Yansheng said, "It won’t stop soon, but eventually it will; the cycle of cloudy and clear, full and wane, is a cycle... isn’t it?"
Shi Nuan glanced at Song Yansheng, his features were gentle and clear in the lamplight, his features defined, the pale yellow shirt making him appear youthful and handso, tall and elegant.
Shi Nuan’s lips moved slightly, Song Yansheng suddenly raised a hand to offer her a glass of juice, "This should be the freshest juice you’ve ever had, right?"
Shi Nuan pursed her lips, reached out to take it, and sipped.
The sweet taste of mango lingered on her tongue, the warm liquid unexpectedly warming her heart a bit.
"How does it taste?" Song Yansheng asked.
Shi Nuan nodded, "It’s very good!"
Song Yansheng smiled, reaching out to tuck her loose long hair behind her ear, "If you like it, I’ll make it often for you in the future!"
Shi Nuan was startled, what did Song Yansheng an? He would make it often for her?
Make juice?
Was such a thing necessary for him to do personally?
And often?
Shi Nuan’s eyes flickered with confusion, suddenly even less understanding of Song Yansheng.
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