When Shi Nuan woke up in the morning, her head felt a bit dizzy, with all sorts of things flashing chaotically in her mind.
She seemed to have dreamed, dreamed of her mother, dreamed of Shen Zui, and also of Song Yichuan...
But in the end, the image stopped on the face of a man she felt very unfamiliar with.
In the dream, Shi Nuan couldn’t tell who that face belonged to, but now, thinking back, it actually startled her.
Because that person seemed like Song Yansheng!
Why would she dream of him?
In her twenty-one years of life, he seemed to play no significant role, except in the last few days...
But perhaps it’s precisely because these last few days he played such an important role by her side that she dreamed of him.
Shi Nuan took a deep breath, looking around blankly, the environment was unfamiliar.
Only the books on the shelf and the black box in the corner were familiar to her.
Everything had changed, no matter how much she couldn’t accept it in her heart.
Shi Nuan got out of bed, first walking to the floor-to-ceiling window to pull open the curtains.
The weather that had been cloudy and unclear for the past few days finally cleared up. Shi Nuan didn’t know what time it was, but felt it should be at least after seven-thirty.
Sunlight fell in the courtyard of the Song Mansion, green trees and red flowers, the scenery was picturesque, yet it couldn’t bring even a trace of tenderness to her heart.
Standing by the window for about five minutes, Shi Nuan turned and went to the bathroom to wash up.
Afterwards she changed clothes, never touching the many garments Song Yansheng had prepared for her, casually picking one from the ones she had brought herself. f.(r)eewe/bnov\ll.com
The room had a dressing table, with various skincare and makeup products, and some small hair clips and brooches scattered about.
Shi Nuan went to the mirror and sat down, only using a comb to brush her hair, the rest she didn’t touch.
Just as she was combing her hair, someone knocked on the room door; Shi Nuan’s motion paused slightly as Aunt Hui pushed the door and entered.
Aunt Hui politely said to Shi Nuan, "Lady, breakfast is ready, Mr. has asked me to invite you downstairs for a meal!"
Shi Nuan pressed her thin lips together, put down the comb after getting up, ready to tidy up her bed.
"Lady, I’ll tidy up here, Mr. is still waiting for you in the downstairs dining room!" Aunt Hui said.
Thus, Shi Nuan didn’t force it, said "Thank you for the trouble," and then stepped outside.
Shi Nuan went downstairs as Aunt Hui stayed in the room to tidy up her bed.
Since her mother’s passing, Shi Nuan’s life as a young lady had almost practically ended.
Many things needed her hands-on involvement; initially, Father would still manage a bit, but Li Guirong said, "Little girls, let them do some things as an exercise, don’t spoil the child so much!"
But the same tasks, Shi Jiaojiao had never done, and that’s the difference!
Just reaching the staircase, Shi Nuan saw the man waiting in the downstairs living room.
Today’s Song Yansheng wore a grayish-white casual pullover, paired with blue trousers, hands in his pockets standing there, tall and long-legged, with an elegant demeanor like a refined gentleman...
Shi Nuan had to admit, this man was exceptionally handsome.
This handsomeness carried a maturity and restraint accumulated over the years, mysterious and unfathomable; comparatively, even more attractive than those young men in their early twenties!
At this moment, he gazed at Shi Nuan with a light smile on his lips, slightly raising his head, looking at her standing at the staircase, his eyes tangled with a thousand emotions, filled with boundless tenderness.