Song Yansheng was slightly taken aback, the mourning period...
Every place has different customs for mourning, and Shi Nuan might not know much about it.
When Shi Nuan’s mother passed away ten years ago, Shi Nuan was only eleven years old, too young to understand what mourning meant.
In the memories, only sadness remains!
He asked, "Are you planning to set up a memorial tablet for Xiao Chuan at home?"
"No..." Song Yansheng, after all, is Song Yichuan’s elder, and this is Song Yansheng’s private residence, setting up a memorial tablet here is not appropriate.
"From today, I will only eat vegetarian food, abstaining from meat..."
Song Yansheng nodded, no wonder during dinner earlier, she didn’t touch any meat dishes!
However, her other purpose should be...
"Also, during the mourning period, even if we get the marriage certificate, we cannot... cannot consummate the marriage!"
A faint smile emerged on Song Yansheng’s face, but he also understood and respected her.
He nodded and said, "Okay."
He asked again, "Is there anything else you need?"
Shi Nuan shook her head, "...No more!"
Anything more would be a bit too much...
"But I have a request..." Song Yansheng spoke.
Shi Nuan was stunned, turned to look at him, and asked, "What is it?"
"We can’t consummate... but can we sleep in the same room?"
"I won’t touch you..."
Song Yansheng interrupted her and said, "Xiao Chuan is my nephew, I also have respect for him!"
Shi Nuan’s eyes trembled slightly, and for a moment she couldn’t speak.
Just then, a knock on the door suddenly came.
When Shi Nuan came to her senses, Song Yansheng had already turned and walked towards the door.
The door opened, and standing there was Aunt Hui, holding a tray, on the tray was a glass of milk.
Song Yansheng took the tray, motioned to Aunt Hui to leave, and she bowed and left.
The door closed again, the man carried the warm milk over and said, "Don’t pack anymore for now, there’s plenty of time tomorrow, have a glass of milk first, then wash up and go to bed!"
Shi Nuan moved her lips and said, "I don’t have the habit of drinking milk before bed!"
"No problem, you can develop it!"
Did he mean she definitely has to drink the milk tonight?
"Drink it while it’s warm, have a good sleep tonight, don’t think about anything else!"
The man directly handed the tray to her side.
Shi Nuan felt that if she didn’t drink it, it would be a bit disrespectful to him.
She reached out to take the milk, the warm feel of the cup meeting her palm made her heart tremble slightly.
"Drink it, and once you’re done, don’t pack your things anymore, go take a bath and sleep right away, I’ll check on you later!"
The man reached out and gently patted her head, brushing aside her slightly messy forehead bangs.
"I’ll go out first, sleep early..."
Shi Nuan took a deep breath and said, "Good night!"
Song Yansheng quickly left the room, leaving Shi Nuan alone in the large and warm bedroom.
Along with a warm cup of milk in her hand...
This cup of milk touched upon a long-buried memory in her heart.
How many years had it been? Counting back, she was probably only fifteen years old that year.
The school organized a spring outing, and on the way back, it rained, drenching her completely.
The boy in the white shirt said, "My home is close by, come over first, otherwise, you’ll catch a cold if it continues !"