Song Yansheng looked at Shi Nuan’s dark, bright eyes, his handso eyebrows slightly furrowed—
He was weighing, weighing the original intention behind Shi Nuan’s question, and also weighing whether he should tell her the truth...
Especially at such a ti...
But before he could answer, Shi Nuan had already given a faint smile and said, "It seems we’ve t before..."
Song Yansheng’s sensual thin lips moved slightly, but he did not deny it. He said, "Yes, I saw you once at the Xu Family ho..."
Just that once, but that one ti had left him with an unforgettable impression, morable to this day!
Shi Nuan lowered her brows and eyes, her fair face becoming even more transparent and beautiful under the diffused sunlight outside the window.
So young, really so young.
This youthful innocence reminded Song Yansheng of the scene when he first saw Shi Nuan at the Xu Family ho.
Shi Nuan said, "Actually, I should have guessed that Second Uncle had t before, but Second Uncle, you were forced to go abroad when you were fourteen, which ans you could have only seen at most until you were fourteen or before, and I should have been no older than six then..."
Song Yansheng slightly frowned, not knowing how to respond.
Indeed, to say that he, at fourteen, could be moved by a six-year-old girl, he himself could hardly believe it.
At most, it was just a fondness, feeling that this little girl was very cute and beautiful, like a doll.
Thinking to himself, it would have been great if he had such a beautiful sister.
Really, he truly thought so back then.
Falling for Shi Nuan happened after he went abroad, gradually watching that once cute and naive little girl grow up through the photos and videos R sent to him.
She turned into a graceful, charming young woman.
It was a process, a very long one, and what makes a period of ti feel long is because it was too difficult and painful.
At that ti, the only thing that could make him feel a bit better perhaps was watching Shi Nuan’s every smile and frown in the dark night, touching the innermost chord of his heart.
Qu Yuzuo was his psychologist then and provided him with great support, but he knew very well who had given him the greatest help.
Shi Nuan, too, sighed softly and said, "Maybe I was too young. My mories before I was six are blurry, and I... don’t really rember eting you, Second Uncle..."
Shi Nuan lowered her eyes, clearly feeling guilty.
But Song Yansheng didn’t mind, he smiled lightly and said, "It’s okay, what’s important is not the past, but the future. In the future, we will be together, and be together well. That’s the most important... The al’s getting cold, let’s eat first, okay?"
...
Song Yansheng said the future was important, but Shi Nuan felt that there was no future for him and her.
Song Yansheng was very gentle, a good man, and to be treated with such tenderness by a man like him, she was lucky.
But luck is also a kind of misfortune.
They had t once in their youth, but she couldn’t rember it at all.
This didn’t count as fate; it was just a coincidence, like countless people passing by each other on the street.
Moreover, if it weren’t for Song Yichuan, she would never have had any interaction with Song Yansheng again.
But what words could she use to describe her and Song Yansheng?
Shi Nuan thought for a long ti but couldn’t co up with a good answer.
That afternoon, the sun was warm and bright, in the spacious bedroom, a handso man and a delicate woman shared a warm al.
Indeed, it was warm, truly very warm.
If soone else saw this scene, they’d surely think these two were in love.
But what is love, really?
At twenty-one like Shi Nuan, she didn’t know and didn’t really want to know.
At twenty-nine like Song Yansheng, whether he knew or not didn’t matter.
The only thing he was sure of was that he loved the woman in front of him, nad Shi Nuan, loved her deeply...
And knowing this, he felt, was enough.
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