This funeral nearly exhausted all of Shi Nuan’s energy, to the point where as soon as she sat in the car, her whole body seemed to collapse onto the seat.
But she knew it wasn’t over yet; Xiao Chuan’s funeral hadn’t ended. She couldn’t fall apart, not yet.
She forced herself to sit up straight, her eyes calmly gazing out the car window, feeling as though the rain blurred everything—the mountains, the water, and even the past memories related to Song Yichuan had become hazy.
She didn’t know how long it had been, perhaps a very long time, when the car door opened, and a strong masculine presence tinged with dampness came in with it.
Shi Nuan’s eyes quivered slightly, not speaking, while the man instructed Chi Rui, who sat at the front of the car, "Drive!"
Shi Nuan remained silent, letting the black sedan pass through the rain and fog, taking her further and further away from Song Yichuan.
Not until the car left the cemetery did Shi Nuan softly speak, asking, "Where are we going?"
The man beside her glanced at her, asking in return, "Where do you want to go?"
Where did she want to go?
Shi Nuan found the question quite laughable.
In this vast world, is there still a place for her?
The Shi Family was not a place she could stay any longer.
School? But how many more days could she hide in school?
In just over two months, she would graduate, and after graduation, she would still need to return to the Shi Family!
It’s the last place she wants to mention, the last place she wants to return to now!
"Your home, perhaps?"
She suddenly spoke up, saying.
The man seemed quite incredulous, glancing sideways at her.
Shi Nuan said, "Yeah, you... didn’t you say I’m your fiancée? So, staying at your place seems reasonable!"
Song Yansheng chuckled lightly, pulling her hand over to him, gently rubbing her palm, saying: "Welcome home, my fiancée!"
Shi Nuan felt a bit embarrassed, unobtrusively withdrawing her hand, saying: "But I have to go back to the Shi Family first to get my luggage!"
Song Yansheng didn’t force her, replying: "Sure!"
"I’d like my own room... I have a lot of things, especially books!"
How could Song Yansheng not understand Shi Nuan’s intentions?
Having her own room was to avoid sharing a room and bed with him, and having lots of things was merely an excuse.
Though he saw through it, he didn’t want to expose her. She was already his fiancée, and they had a long future ahead of them!
He had a lifetime to slowly nurture their relationship.
He said, "Before we get home, your room will be ready, and a new bookshelf will be sent to your room. If it’s not enough, you can borrow the bookshelf from my study..."
Shi Nuan bashfully lowered her head.
Song Yansheng asked, "Besides that, do you have any other requests? You can tell me now, and I’ll arrange everything properly!"
Shi Nuan bit her lip lightly, softly saying: "...No, nothing else!"
Song Yansheng’s car arrived at the Shi Family around six in the afternoon.
It didn’t enter; the car stopped at the entrance of the Shi Family Mansion.
Earlier in the afternoon, after paying respects to Song Yichuan, Shi Yuanbo had to leave early, forced by Shi Tianchao’s antics.
Now, he was already home.
Shi Nuan looked out through the car window at the place she had lived for twenty-one years.
This place held all her memories and dreams for twenty-one years, but since her mother passed away ten years ago, it had inevitably become something that could no longer warm her heart.
She tried hard to bury thoughts of her mother deep inside her heart; that would be enough.
This place didn’t belong to her mother, nor, likewise, did it belong to her.