Shi Nuan had to nod, and Song Yansheng seemed very happy, his deep gaze fixed on her, his thin lips curling into a pleasing arc.
He said to her, "Nuannuan has promised me, don’t back out when the time comes, okay?"
Is she the kind of person who breaks her promises?
"Come, let me take you to the backyard. There’s a place there where your favorite gardenias are planted!"
After he said this, he grasped her hand tightly and led her toward the backyard.
Shi Nuan’s eyebrows moved slightly; she didn’t expect the old house to have gardenias too!
Last time she walked around, she hadn’t noticed them. fre ewe bnove l.com
It seems Song Yansheng really loves the woman who likes gardenias, and he’s known her for a long time, at least over five years.
But why didn’t they end up together in the end?
And who’s that woman anyway? Even a man like Song Yansheng couldn’t win her over?
Many times, Shi Nuan is quite a quiet girl, similar to her mother Xu Hua in this regard.
Xu Hua likes reading, drinking tea, growing and arranging flowers; every day she lives is beautiful and pure, full of poetry and art.
Unfortunately, Shi Nuan is not Xu Hua after all; she carries too many burdens, and those burdens inevitably prevent her from truly settling down to do many things.
For example, appreciating flowers.
Shi Nuan, influenced by her mother, likes gardenias, but in terms of actually appreciating them, after all these years, apart from a few walks with Song Yichuan, she really hasn’t had the chance.
The gardenias at the old house, like those at Song Mansion, are meticulously pruned and cultivated by gardeners; by then, many buds were already hanging on the branches, their fragrance pervasive.
The afterglow of the sunset gently fell on the two of them, warm and comfortable, with a gentle breeze brushing against their faces, dry and slightly itchy.
"Spring is in full swing, the flowers are blooming beautifully, Nuannuan, don’t let this good time go to waste!"
Shi Nuan was startled, turning her gaze to the man whose handsome features were as striking as jade, his thin lips pressing slightly, not understanding what he meant.
Thinking for a moment, she said, "Second Uncle, then what do you think, how should we not waste time?"
Song Yansheng’s lips turned into a shallow smile, his long fingers gently reaching out, grazing the clusters of gardenia bushes.
The joints of the man’s fingers were distinct, long and attractive, with nails trimmed neatly, an extremely exquisite and beautiful hand.
Suddenly, the tips of his fingers moved, the joints exerting force.
In the next second, a white bud about to bloom appeared in his palm!
Shi Nuan’s eyes slightly trembled with surprise as she looked at him, only to see the man suddenly extend his hand toward her again.
She didn’t know what he wanted to do and instinctively closed her eyes, her petite body tense.
Song Yansheng’s hand movements paused for half a second, then continued with what he intended to do.
About two seconds later, Shi Nuan heard the man’s gentle voice, "Okay, open your eyes now!"
Shi Nuan’s curled eyelashes trembled slightly, and slowly, she opened her eyes.
Seeing Song Yansheng looking at her with eyes full of laughter, confusion flashed in his dark eyes... Why is he laughing?
Song Yansheng sighed, then took out his phone from his pocket and snapped a picture of her with a "click."
Shi Nuan was taken aback, just about to furrow her brows when Song Yansheng already showed her the picture on the phone.
In the photo, Shi Nuan’s pretty and delicate features, her fair and slightly flushed cheeks, and her cascading dark long hair were all captured.
Everything was just as usual.
Except for those bewildered and innocent black eyes, and that gardenia tucked into her hair!