Song Yansheng’s words, when placed between ordinary couples, might seem unproblematic, but when placed between her and Song Yansheng, were indeed problematic.
A physical betrayal, Shi Nuan would never commit, but a betrayal of the heart...
This marriage, from the beginning, was a loveless marriage where each got what they needed. Without love, how could one expect the heart not to betray?
However, Shi Nuan thought she might never be able to love soone again in this lifeti. Since there is no love, there is no betrayal.
She nodded, responding, "...I understand!"
...
Afterwards, the car fell into silence. Perhaps disliking such a silent atmosphere, Song Yansheng turned on the car’s sound system.
The gentle sound of violin music soon filled the car, causing Shi Nuan to pause.
Shi Nuan had learned violin in her youth and played quite well, but after her mother’s death, she stopped.
In the years that followed, she never played again, because when she practiced before, her mother was always by her side.
The mories were too beautiful, which made them painful.
The violin piece gently flowed as the car continued to move forward, heading towards the Civil Affairs Bureau.
At the city center’s intersection, the car stopped at a red light, and Song Yansheng rolled down half the window while turning off the music inside.
Sitting beside him, gazing out the window, Shi Nuan did not notice.
Outside the car, diagonally across, was a shopping mall with a large LCD screen above. Various advertisents were flashing on the screen, catching the eye.
Song Yansheng took out a cigarette, the lighter clicked, igniting the tobacco, and a scarlet fla flickered briefly.
Shi Nuan slled the light tobacco scent and hesitated for a mont before turning to look at the man.
Song Yansheng took a drag, looking apologetic: "I’m craving a smoke..."
Shi Nuan wanted to remind him: It’s better to smoke less...
But considering her own position... she decided against it...
Song Yansheng took another drag, resting his long fingers outside the window, exhaling swirling white smoke, which blurred his calm and handso features.
Perhaps his appearance was too delicate, and his deanor so aloof, that Song Yansheng gave her the impression of an ethereal being descending from the clouds, sowhat, out of reach.
Shi Nuan lowered her eyes. For so reason, being with Song Yansheng always made her feel a constant sense of allure!
The red light quickly passed, and Song Yansheng promptly started the car, crossed the intersection, and continued forward.
The two of them, one looking ahead driving intently, the other lowering her head, frustrated with her own instability, did not notice the advertisent flashing on the mall’s LCD screen outside.
On the advertisent was a young and delicate man, wearing a racing suit, speeding on the track, showing only a pair of sharp, heroic eyes.
The speed and wind, along with the man’s dark eyes, made the entire scene intensely dynamic.
Quickly reaching a turn, the man twisted his hand on the handlebars, executing a beautiful ergency brake, turning the car 180 degrees and stopping smoothly.
The man raised his hand, removing the helt, revealing an exceptionally handso face, very young.
A phrase was read out in a deep, magnetic voice.
The entire ad lasted about twenty seconds, not long, but the man’s face drew a crowd around to watch.
This was a renowned dostic sports brand, mostly endorsed by top stars, and the man in the ad seed a bit unfamiliar...
Soone in the crowd exclaid: "Oh my gosh, is that na on there Sidney? Am I, dreaming?"
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