That night, Shi Nuan and Song Yansheng stayed overnight at the Song Family Mansion. After dinner, Song Yansheng chatted with Yu Yao for a while, then went to the study to handle some matters.
This time, he really went; his work is always very busy.
She should be grateful that, despite being so busy, he still often thinks to accompany her.
In her mind, the image of that evening in the mansion’s back garden resurfaced, when he reached out and flicked her nose lightly.
That gesture was so intimate, even indulgent.
And the words he said: Don’t overthink, and you really stopped asking.
So, did he mean that he actually wanted her to ask more?
Ask him, who is the person you wish to protect in the future that you mentioned?
Ask him, who do you want to create happy memories with?
Ask him, who are you planning to live a glorious life with?
But, is that something she should ask?
Shi Nuan really couldn’t understand Song Yansheng; she even doubted if Song Yansheng understood himself.
What exactly does he want to do? What does he actually see her as?
She doesn’t like these tests and teases, nor does she like how she repeatedly loses her thoughts over him...
Shi Nuan sat in front of her desk in the bedroom, familiarizing herself with the paper once more, then chatted online with her roommates for a while before going to bed.
At that time, Song Yansheng had not yet returned.
Later, Shi Nuan fell asleep with a restless mind, and as for when Song Yansheng returned, she no longer knew.
The next morning, Shi Nuan woke up and instinctively moved her body, not bound by an embrace.
She was stunned for a moment and stretched out her hand to find nothing but the soft mattress.
Did Song Yansheng not come back last night?
Shi Nuan opened her eyes and sat up, glancing around. Everything was as it was when she fell asleep last night.
And on the other side of the large bed, there were no signs of it having been slept in.
Did Song Yansheng really not come back to sleep?
Shi Nuan lowered her eyes, not knowing why a strange feeling flashed in her heart.
That day, the weather outside wasn’t good. The sky was overcast, so much so that even though it was almost seven in the morning, the room was still very dark.
Shi Nuan sat on the bed in a daze for a while, then got out of bed to wash up.
Upon coming out, she glanced out the window to see that it had started to drizzle.
Shi Nuan walked toward the window involuntarily, gazing into the rain outside.
The Song Family Mansion appeared more tranquil and serene than usual, with leaves rustling in the wind and rain.
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At that moment, her gaze suddenly caught a familiar figure.
A light-colored shirt, light gray trousers. The posture was upright and graceful.
That was Song Yansheng.
At this moment, he was walking slowly under the veil of rain with a black umbrella, seemingly holding something in his hand.
Shi Nuan looked closely and thought that what he was holding looked like a small shovel.
So is Song Yansheng going to... plant flowers?
It doesn’t seem like it, and it’s so early in the morning, and it’s raining. Even if he’s planting flowers, it shouldn’t be now.
Curious, Shi Nuan lingered, watching for a long time until Song Yansheng’s figure disappeared into a dense clump of trees.
Afterward, she waited several minutes but did not see Song Yansheng reemerge from the trees.
Her curiosity grew stronger, but she didn’t continue watching. Instead, she changed her clothes and went downstairs.
As Shi Nuan walked to the stairway, she saw Yu Yao sitting in the living room below.
Just as she was about to continue walking down, a servant entered, bringing a cup of tea to Yu Yao, saying, "Lady, Mr. seems to have gone to that place again!"