The language of hibiscus flowers?
Shi Nuan didn’t know, but with the modern internet, it wouldn’t be hard for her to find out.
Hibiscus belongs to the mallow family, Hibiscus genus.
It blooms in the morning and withers by evening, yet each fading is in preparation for a more splendid bloom.
Just like the sun continuously sets and rises, like the seasons cycle from spring to autumn, yet life never ceases.
It is even more like loving soone: there will be lows and disturbances, but still, there is a gentle persistence for the one you love.
—The language of hibiscus flowers is: gentle persistence!
Shi Nuan looked at those words, her heart inexplicably trembled.
She suddenly wondered, for whom is Song Yansheng gently persistent in love?
But no matter who it is, that person could not possibly be her...
Between him and her, aside from these past two months of acquaintance, there was almost no interaction before.
And as for persistence, that must be love of many years, many years...
Her fingers holding the newspaper tightened, and she once again clearly felt a dull pain in her heart...
She didn’t understand... why... why it happened like this...
Why does she care so much about the woman in Song Yansheng’s heart, care about Song Yansheng?
What has happened to her? Why did she beco like this... why...
...
"What are you guys talking about?"
A deep and magnetic male voice gently ca at that mont.
Instinctively, Shi Nuan turned her gaze, indeed seeing Song Yansheng dressed in casual clothes walking gracefully downstairs.
The man’s features were as gentle as water, exuding heroic spirit, his impeccably grood black hair, the collar of his light grey shirt, his fair skin, and his seductive Adam’s apple.
The lights were on indoors, the light cast a glow on his incredibly handso face, a faint smile graced his lips, and his jet-black eyes casually looked at the people downstairs.
Shi Nuan’s heart started to uncontrollably beat faster, her fingers holding the newspaper tightened even more.
And just at that mont, she realized...
Realized why she had felt heartache twice before...
Realized why she resisted Shen Zui...
And realized why her heartbeat was so intense at that mont...
She had fallen in love with this man...
Fallen in love with this man who had only been in her life for two months...
This man she called Second Uncle, who took her in and supported her during her most helpless and downcast monts...
This domineering, bold, gentle, yet restrained man...
She had fallen in love with Song Yansheng...
She couldn’t believe this outco, didn’t want to admit it, and resisted accepting it...
But, this was the truth!
A truth she couldn’t change or alter...
And in accepting this truth, she also had to accept another truth.
That was—
Song Yansheng had soone else in his heart!
Song Yansheng... did not love her!
...
The dinner was sumptuous, even though there were only the two of them.
What differed from usual, however, was that there were two bottles of red wine on the table tonight.
Aunt Hui poured the red wine for both of them, then quietly stepped aside, waiting for further instructions.
Song Yansheng’s slender, beautiful fingers gently raised the glass in his hand, swirled it in front of Shi Nuan: "How about it? Shall we toast first?"
Shi Nuan looked at the man’s incredibly handso face, his lips moved slightly: "...Alright!"
The two raised their glasses, and as the glasses clinked, a crisp sound rang out.
The red liquid shimred with brilliant hues under the glassy light, the waves in the wine causing a breathtaking beauty!
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Xiao Wujun: Hello group, love you all, don’t forget to give Second Uncle your love votes before going to sleep, mwah~
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