Shi Nuan’s eyes sparkled, and she nodded softly, "Okay..."
Song Yansheng was very satisfied with her obedience, and handed her the ring box.
Inside was a matching men’s ring.
Shi Nuan understood Song Yansheng’s intention, he wanted her to put it on him herself.
How to put it; although they were married, having to personally put a ring on Song Yansheng still made her feel a bit shy.
The man seemed rather insistent, seeing her hesitating, he pushed the ring box a little closer to her.
It seemed that if she didn’t put it on him, he would just keep holding it there...
Shi Nuan couldn’t refuse any longer, she reached out and took the ring, the slightly cool temperature of the ring touching her fingertips sent a flicker of inexplicable unease through her heart.
The man’s distinctly jointed left hand was quickly extended towards her.
Shi Nuan looked at the tip of the man’s ring finger, slightly surprised, as there was also a faint ring mark there, had Song Yansheng worn a ring before?
She seemed to have never noticed...
Taking a deep breath, she slowly slipped the ring onto his finger.
Song Yansheng naturally had long, well-defined fingers, making him incredibly handsome with a ring on.
Shi Nuan wasn’t particularly fond of hands, but now that she was seriously looking at his hand, she couldn’t help but want to take a second glance.
Song Yansheng looked at his own fingers, a soft smile on his lips: "I don’t know why, but it feels like it’s only from this moment that I feel like a married man..."
Shi Nuan’s cheeks reddened, her gaze swept to a clock in the store, saying, "... Second Uncle, it’s getting late..."
Song Yansheng should still have work in the afternoon, and she needed to return to school.
Knowing Shi Nuan’s personality, Song Yansheng didn’t say much more, he held Shi Nuan’s hand and stood up.
With fingers entwined, two rings emitting a gentle, captivating light, in that moment, they were, in the eyes of all the store staff, a very loving couple...
Yes, if they weren’t in love, why would their fingers be so tightly interlinked, like the tangled, intricate roots of an old tree, inseparable...
On the way to taking Shi Nuan back to school, Shi Nuan was very quiet, not saying much.
Later, without realizing it, she closed her eyes and actually fell asleep.
Song Yansheng thought Shi Nuan was too tired, not knowing that after being startled awake last night, Shi Nuan hadn’t fallen back asleep.
She had a habit of napping, and today, because she went to have lunch with Song Yansheng and chose wedding rings, she naturally didn’t have time to nap.
Now, with the quietness in the car and the surrounding atmosphere inexplicably making her feel at ease, she unknowingly fell asleep.
Looking at the girl resting her head to the side, her eyelashes laying lightly as thin as cicada wings upon her eyes, her small frame gently swaying with the car’s movements.
Song Yansheng felt a sudden, inexplicable ache in his heart.
He gestured to the driver to slow down, then gently extended his hand, supporting her delicate neck, carefully leading her small head to lean onto his shoulder. fre eweb\(n)ovel(.)co(m)
Feeling her light weight lean against him, and seeing she didn’t wake, Song Yansheng let out a sigh of relief.
He withdrew his hand, the young girl’s long black hair fell over, brushing against his fingertips, carrying a faint fragrance.
Some strands draped over his chest, countless silken threads, densely packed, as if they wished to pierce through his chest and entwine around his heart.
In truth, there was no need for that; she had long since left an indelible imprint deep within his heart, never fading through the years.
Those seven years in America were his most challenging and perilous.
Surviving time after time made him realize that for some, the desire to live was so incredibly difficult.