Chi Rui choked up.
For a mont, he didn’t know how to respond.
Song Yansheng lowered his eyes. His elegant brow furrowed slightly, and a faint sadness shimred in his eyes, though hidden in the darkness, it was not very clear.
Three days have passed since leaving ho, he wondered if the little girl missed him?
He really wanted to make a phone call, but at this ti, it should be night at ho, and she should be dreaming.
He just didn’t know if tonight, he might be fortunate enough to enter her dream.
In fact, on this night back ho, Shi Nuan indeed had a dream.
But rather than a dream, it was more like a mory.
She recalled the scene of having a car accident when she was eighteen.
She still can’t rember exactly how that car accident happened.
The impression was just of bumping, constantly bumping, then pain, body ache, and headache.
Wanted to scream, wanted to shout, but couldn’t make a sound.
Her vision was blurred with blood, and in the gradually fainting consciousness, she seed to hear soone calling her na: "Nuannuan..."
That voice, very familiar, very anxious, almost... heart-wrenching!
She thought then, this person, must be Shen Zui.
Because besides Shen Zui, no one else would care so much, be so concerned, and feel so much for her!
Tears slipped from the corners of her eyes, and in the mont she completely fell into a deep sleep, she seed to see a figure.
That figure was holding her hand, seemingly trying to pick her up.
But it didn’t work, the overturned car jolted, and she heard the man grunt.
At that mont, she really wanted to open her eyes to see clearly, to see the man’s appearance, to see if he was Shen Zui.
But she couldn’t, as her consciousness quickly faded into a deeper coma, her mind went blank.
She still rembers, when she woke up in the hospital, looking at the white room around her and the pale blue curtains, she suddenly felt ridiculous.
How could it be Shen Zui? He left so decisively, without a word of explanation, without leaving half a promise.
He left.
So, how could it be him?
Later she found out, that person was Song Yichuan.
She was shocked to learn this, knowing Song Yichuan himself wasn’t in good health, yet in her mory, he seed to have gotten hurt while saving her.
She felt guilty and sad, feeling that she owed Song Yichuan so much.
But Song Yichuan said it was nothing, told her not to think about the accident anymore, to focus on recovering and getting well soon.
...
When she woke up, it was two in the morning. Shi Nuan gazed at the dim ceiling, breathing deeply, unable to fall back asleep.
It had been a long ti, really a long ti.
She hadn’t dread of Song Yichuan for so long.
Now dreaming of him again, it turned out to be that scene, it must be fate.
Because if it weren’t for that car accident, she wouldn’t have gotten engaged to Song Yichuan.
If they hadn’t gotten engaged, she wouldn’t have t Song Yansheng, nor would she be tangled with him as she is now.
Thinking of Song Yansheng, Shi Nuan felt a sudden, inexplicable ache in her heart.
Song Yansheng had been gone for three days. Aside from one call when he first arrived, he hadn’t called once.
He must be really busy, she thought.
Now it should be afternoon in New York. Shi Nuan bit her lip, found Song Yansheng’s number, and drafted a text ssage:
——Second Uncle, are you busy?
She wanted to click send, but ultimately hesitated.
What would this kind of inquiry an?
Besides, being awake at this hour, if he found out, she’d likely get a lecture.
She deleted the ssage and stared blankly at the words "Second Uncle" for a while, finally closing her eyes to sleep.
This ti, no more dreams until dawn.
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