A lifetime of time...
These words sound gentle, but unfortunately, at this moment, Shi Nuan cannot feel the gentleness, instead, it’s sarcasm.
This afternoon, her fiancé was just buried, and she is already dining with another man, discussing the future...
"Eat quickly, or it’ll get cold!" The man slowly spoke, his tone still gentle.
Shi Nuan responded softly, picked up her chopsticks, took a piece of broccoli closest to her, and began to eat.
During the meal, they did not disturb each other. Some dishes she couldn’t reach were served to her with serving chopsticks by a servant.
But she only ate a few pieces of vegetables and didn’t touch any meat dishes.
He didn’t say much because she was eating very obediently, very quietly, very... heart-wrenchingly.
After the meal, Shi Nuan glanced faintly at the servant clearing the plates and sighed slightly.
A table full of dishes, just two people eating, how could they finish it all? Most of it was wasted!
She didn’t mind it, her light gaze turned to the Song Yansheng standing opposite her, asking: "Where is my room?"
Song Yansheng, while walking towards her, spoke in a faint voice: "Don’t hurry back to your room, let’s take a walk in the courtyard after the meal!"
Song Mansion is Song Yansheng’s private residence, with a tranquil surrounding, excellent scenery, and a vast area.
If it weren’t for these servants, living in such a large house alone would indeed be a bit lonely.
Shi Nuan remembered five years ago, before she knew Song Yansheng, she had heard that Song Yansheng spent a fortune building Song Mansion, intending it to be his future marital home.
But now, the manor has been built for five years, yet Song Yansheng still hasn’t married...
Oh no, it’s soon, but if the marriage were known to outsiders, it would probably cause a sensation!
The nephew just died, and as the second uncle, he took over his nephew’s fiancée;
Or, after the fiancé died, the fiancée hooked up with the fiancé’s second uncle... f.r(e)e\webn.ovel.co\m
No matter what kind of news it is, it wouldn’t sound nice if it spread...
The street lamps were bright, but no matter how bright they were, they couldn’t illuminate all the scenery in the courtyard. The flowers, grass, and trees were faintly visible in the shadows, hiding unknown things.
Song Yansheng, with his tall stature and long legs, made Shi Nuan uninterested in leisurely enjoying the walk, causing her to lag half a step with just a few steps.
In the end, the man, who was half a step away from her, gently reached out a hand to her, palm up, in an inviting gesture.
Shi Nuan’s footsteps halted, she raised her eyes to the man in front of her, biting her thin lips. After a moment of struggle, she finally placed her hand into the man’s palm.
Her cool fingertips were wrapped by the man’s warm palm, the warmth seemed to want to seep into her heart.
It had been raining all day, and the rain had stopped now, but the wind was quite cold. The surroundings were very quiet, so quiet that only the sound of two people’s footsteps and the wind could be heard.
He walked slowly, probably considering her, and they didn’t say much to each other. When they said to walk, they really just walked, without any exchange of words.
The light stretched and shortened their shadows, occasionally overlapping in an intimate posture.
When they reached the Gardenia Field in the southwest corner, Shi Nuan instinctively stopped, and the man leading her also stopped.
He turned his head to look at Shi Nuan, the light softly shining on the young girl’s serene brows and eyes. Her dark long hair, tied up all day, had become a bit loose. The wind caused the wisps of hair on her forehead to sway.
His fingertips twitched, wanting to reach out and smooth her hair, but in the end, he didn’t.
Turning his head, following her gaze, he too looked at the Gardenia Field, suppressing the rippling in his heart.