Shi Nuan was taken aback, her face inexplicably heating up.
Song Yansheng had already taken a step forward and gently held her hand.
He led her outside.
He didn’t speak again, nor did she.
They left the kitchen, didn’t linger in the living room, and went straight upstairs.
When they reached the bedroom door, Shi Nuan paused for a mont, feeling that this wasn’t right, indeed, it shouldn’t be like this...
Or she thought again, maybe she was overthinking, just ahead of the bedroom was the study, at this mont, Song Yansheng should be taking her to the study...
But in the next second, she realized she was wrong because Song Yansheng reached out and turned the bedroom door handle.
She wanted to say sothing, but Song Yansheng had already pulled her inside.
Honestly, Song Yansheng couldn’t take it anymore, he just couldn’t.
This girl was the one he had loved for so many years, always thinking he would finally have her, only to helplessly miss out ti and again.
It’s such a tornting thing, sothing those who haven’t experienced it can’t understand and won’t.
Thinking of this, he embraced Shi Nuan tighter.
She let out a soft "hmm" and then heard the man whisper by her ear: "Nuannuan, do you know what it feels like to lose sothing?"
Shi Nuan’s mind was muddled, her breath erratic, almost unable to think.
Naturally, she didn’t have the energy to answer his question now.
Song Yansheng wasn’t seeking an answer, just an expression of his feelings; in the darkness, he t her bright black eyes, their noses brushing, sharing their breath.
This was the girl he loved, the girl he had watched grow up, from his youthful years to now nearing his thirties, a girl he couldn’t forget.
After what seed like a long ti, Song Yansheng finally sighed softly and lifted his head, then one hand reached for Shi Nuan’s face.
So smooth, so soft, it felt so good to touch, but he felt a moist trace.
He suddenly felt a bit of heartache, just now he was sowhat forceful, not gentle, he must have hurt her.
"Sorry!" he whispered softly.
Shi Nuan felt the man’s gentleness, not knowing what to say, simply reached out and embraced Song Yansheng.
Song Yansheng paused for a mont and asked, "What’s wrong?"
Shi Nuan gently shook her head, didn’t speak, or perhaps didn’t know what to say at all.
Just at that mont, she felt very empty, with her close, trusted family and friends leaving her one by one.
There was no one she could rely on, no one to let her depend on.
She pretended to be strong, from eleven years old to now, a whole ten years had passed, and she was actually very tired of holding on.
In this chilly night, even if it’s with Song Yansheng, she wanted to rest briefly, in his embrace, in the warmth she could feel, to rest well for a while.
Song Yansheng didn’t ask further, later, the breathing of the person in his arms gradually cald, Shi Nuan fell asleep.
Yet even in sleep, her body remained curled up small in his arms.
How insecure she was, but Nuannuan, if you knew my true feelings for you, would you accept them? Or would you reject them?
If you accept, would you be willing to forget all the past, fall in love with , rely on , trust , grow old with , spend this life together with ?
In the dim light, the handso man sighed softly, lowered his head, and gently kissed the forehead of the girl in his arms, his barely audible voice murmuring in the serene night.
He said, "Nuannuan, I love you!"
...
On the weekend, Song Yansheng stayed with Shi Nuan in the Dong Garden for two days.
They spent most of the ti nestled in the study, occasionally going out for a walk, and cooked three als themselves.
Shi Nuan seed accustod to Song Yansheng’s closeness, or perhaps she had accepted this outco, this fate.
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