In the hospital room.
The nurse was tending to Shen Zui’s back injury.
There was a scar on Shen Zui’s back, which surprised Shi Nuan, as she didn’t recall Shen Zui ever having an injury on his back.
Could it be that he got injured after leaving the country?
Her eyes darkened, finding the fate truly laughable.
She had a car accident back home, on the brink of life and death, and he also had an accident abroad, suffering such an injury.
Both were people covered in scars, who should have long let go of the past and started anew.
But she had already decided to start over, so why did he keep appearing?
The sunlight outside the window was still pleasant, the curtains were pulled back, and shadows of sunlight chased their way into the room.
Yet Shi Nuan didn’t feel warm; instead, she faintly felt a chill.
Soon, the nurse finished tending to his back and reminded him to remember to apply ointment over the next few days, especially on the bruised areas which should not be exposed to water.
He agreed to everything but said nothing else.
The nurse, a woman in her thirties, glanced at the young, pretty little girl sitting beside her.
Guessing that these two were likely in a relationship, she said nothing more and left with the tray.
As she left, she told them to rest for a while, and then they could leave.
After the nurse left, Shi Nuan looked at Shen Zui, and Shen Zui looked at Shi Nuan, and there was several seconds of silence between them.
It was Shen Zui who spoke first, "You must not want to see me!"
Shi Nuan’s thin lips moved slightly, and she said, "If you can regard me as an ordinary friend, just like Qi Ruison and Wang Sai, I wouldn’t mind seeing you!"
Shen Zui frowned slightly and said, "If possible, I really would want that more than anyone!"
Shi Nuan’s eyes flickered, the black pupils shining with an indefinable light.
Despite the not too far, not too close distance, he should have been able to see every expression of hers clearly; yet for some reason, at this moment, he only felt as if it were all a dream.
As if the scene before him, the person before him, weren’t real.
"Why did you associate with Song Yansheng? For what exactly?" After much hesitation, he finally asked.
Shi Nuan’s fingers on her knees instinctively tightened and she said, "What do you think it was for?"
"At least not for love..."
Song Yansheng hadn’t interacted much with Shi Nuan; Shen Zui was certain of this.
And Shi Nuan had been Song Yichuan’s fiancée not long ago. No matter how incomprehensible her actions might seem to him, making him even question whether she had feelings in her heart.
But secretly associating with Song Yansheng behind Song Yichuan’s back, that was impossible.
His sister, Shen Jiu’er, hadn’t told him much; she only said Shi Nuan was now with Song Yansheng.
What kind of person was Song Yansheng? He was the KING of T City, the object of pursuit for all women in T City.
An endlessly alluring yet easily shattered dream for women.
Shi Nuan was young and beautiful, and Song Yansheng liked her temporarily; he found that unsurprising.
But what could Song Yansheng offer Shi Nuan?
Simply being Song Yichuan’s fiancée meant that Song Yansheng couldn’t provide her with an open and legitimate status!
If not openly legitimate, then how many meanings could "Song Yansheng’s woman" hold?
He hadn’t intended to appear again, understanding that it was truly difficult to salvage things between him and Shi Nuan.
But she was the girl he once loved, and even now hadn’t forgotten, he couldn’t watch her fall into an abyss without doing anything.
When Shi Nuan heard what he said, she was momentarily surprised, then lightly smiled and asked, "Shen Zui, do you still believe in the existence of love in this world?"