Song Yansheng’s fingers tightened around the phone, an inexplicable anger rising from deep within his heart.
In a clear, cold voice, he said, "No need... I’ve got sothing to handle, so I probably can’t pick up the phone myself. Just tell Nuannuan that I’ll inform Xiao Chuan about the phone matter, and when she sees Xiao Chuan, she can hand it over to him personally!"
Then, without waiting for Lv Nan Nan to respond, he imdiately hung up the phone, started the car, and drove away.
Sotis he thought, maybe fate was reminding him in this way that he and Shi Nuan were truly impossible, impossible in this lifeti.
His deep affection for her, his nearly obsessive infatuation, she would never know in this life.
When he was fourteen, he saw her at six, thinking her smile blossod brightly like a flower, cute and cuddly like a little angel.
Shortly afterward, he saw her fearful eyes amidst a sea of blood, but his mind wasn’t on his life’s continuation, rather, he wondered if he had scared her.
Later, he flew abroad and before leaving took Qin Ran to see her from afar, pointing at the little girl in a floral dress holding Xu Hua’s hand, saying: That’s her!
At that ti, Qin Ran curved his lips into a smile and said, "What a pretty little sister!"
Back then, he looked sideways at Qin Ran without speaking, but inside, he wasn’t quite happy.
He didn’t know then what that unhappiness ant.
Later, he returned to his holand at twenty-one, intending to make a legendary coback in the city that once deeply wounded him.
In that year, Shi Nuan was only thirteen. Already graceful, she grew into a lovely and beautiful young girl.
But Shi Nuan, having gone through too much, beca silent, stoped smiling, stopped playing, unlike that little angel who ran among flowers chasing butterflies with a grin.
At that mont, his heart ached.
He had thought of appearing before her then, to et her.
He would smile and ask, "Nuannuan, do you rember ? I’m Song Yansheng!"
She would have surely forgotten, and mixed in were so unpleasant mories.
No matter, he could erase those mories, only asking her: "Do you rember once at your grandpa’s house, you held my hand saying you wanted to show the butterflies in the flowers? Oh right, you didn’t know my na then, I’m Song Yansheng!"
But he couldn’t, he returned bearing vengeance and started TK, with so much to do.
And with Song Zhongming looming, his return held too many uncertainties; before ensuring her complete safety, he didn’t want to drag her into it.
Yet he didn’t expect this would lead to future missed opportunities.
Yes, in the end, it was one missed chance after another, as if destined.
He reached out to rub his brow, his head began to ache again, and sotis he dared not reminisce the past twenty-nine years of his life.
Even without ntioning the Song Family, without ntioning mother, without ntioning Father, without ntioning Song Zhongming, Shi Nuan alone was already a deep wound in his fate.
How does that song lyric go: The best way to love is to let go...
But wanting to let go is so, so difficult.
Therefore, he won’t choose to let go, never will!
Shen Zui, is it? If this person is destined to be a dust in his world of love, then he’ll use his own way, to wipe away this dust bit by bit!
Shen Zui gave Shi Nuan three years, he can give Shi Nuan thirty years, a lifeti...
He just doesn’t believe he can’t erase it!
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