Since the argument with Song Yichuan, Shi Nuan hadn’t visited his room again.
It was on the second floor with a large bay window. The curtains were light blue and when opened, vast sunlight would flood the room.
But today, no sunlight was fated to come. The sky outside was dim and gloomy, the clouds pressing so low, seemingly ready to rain at any moment.
Shi Nuan found it strange. Three years ago, when she got engaged to Song Yichuan, the weather was so perfect. Why was it so bad on the day he left?
She still remembered that day, Song Yichuan had taken her for a long walk, introduced her to many people, and even danced with her.
He said, "Nuannuan, from now on, you are my fiancée. I will work hard, get healthy, and be your lifelong support!"
Shi Nuan gazed out the window, her eyes unknowingly growing sore. In her daze, she seemed to hear the sound of the door lock turning.
She didn’t turn around, only instinctively tightened her grip on the blue curtain with one hand.
A breeze blew in, lifting her bangs, and at that moment, drizzling rain scattered, falling against her face.
The footsteps behind her drew closer, and a woman softly called out to her, "Nuannuan..."
Shi Nuan’s eyes trembled as she took a breath and turned around.
Standing before her was a young woman in a black suit. Her brows were slightly furrowed, and her eyes were rimmed with a lingering redness.
Her complexion was pale, even somewhat haggard.
Yet even so, it couldn’t hide her bright and pretty features.
She was Song Qingyang, Song Yichuan’s biological sister. There was a slight resemblance between her and Song Yichuan.
This similarity once seemed so warm to Shi Nuan, but now, looking at her, it only felt like a dagger to the heart.
She called out, "Sister Qingyang!"
Song Qingyang glanced at her, said nothing, walked over, and gently closed the window, shutting out the rain and mist.
Then she gently headed towards the bathroom. When she emerged, she brought a towel, handed it to Shi Nuan, "Wipe off!"
Shi Nuan took it, "Thank you!"
And then used the towel to wipe away the traces on her face, not knowing whether they were of rain or tears...
"You didn’t eat at noon. I had the servants leave you some food. Do you want to eat it now? Since in the afternoon..."
Song Qingyang’s voice paused for a moment, then continued after a breath, "Since in the afternoon, you still have to see Xiao Chuan off..."
Shi Nuan’s eyes stayed lowered, the dark shade beneath her long curled lashes.
Shi Nuan stepped towards the direction of the bathroom, intending to return the towel. As Song Qingyang watched Shi Nuan’s frail silhouette, she couldn’t help but call out, "Nuannuan—"
Shi Nuan paused her steps, then turned her head to look at Song Qingyang, her eyes still calm, waiting for her to speak.
"You and Second Uncle... is it true between you two...?"
Shi Nuan’s lips moved as if she wanted to say something, but in the end, she said nothing.
At that moment, grief surged in Song Qingyang, and her already slightly red eyes welled up with tears instantly.
She said, "Nuannuan... how could you... how could you do this...? Why does it have to be Second Uncle...? Why does it have to be him?"
Shi Nuan looked at Song Qingyang, unmoved, her eyes turning red instantly. She said, "Sister Qingyang, I know... I know I wronged Xiao Chuan, but don’t worry, it won’t be long... it won’t be long... what I owe, I will definitely repay!"
Song Qingyang was momentarily taken aback, not understanding what Shi Nuan meant, but Shi Nuan said no more and lightly turned, stepping into the bathroom.