He closed his dark eyes, lowered his head, and fished out a cigarette from his pocket, lighting it. The dryness in his throat and the heaviness in his heart were gradually blurred by the milky smoke.
No matter how ample and reasonable the justification, he felt guilt towards Song Yichuan, which he could not hide.
Shi Nuan came to Song Yichuan’s grave, took out a gardenia she had prepared earlier from her pocket, and placed it on the Xuanxu Platform.
Then, she stood there quietly, looking at the tombstone for a long time.
The surroundings were very quiet, so quiet that there was only wind. This was in the mountains, and even though it was just a low mountain, the wind was much stronger than down below. f r\eew,eb novel.c(o)(m)
She didn’t know how long she stood there, but Shi Nuan felt her legs go numb before she finally spoke softly, "Xiao Chuan, I came to see you!"
The only response to her was the sound of the wind.
"Additionally, I want to tell you some news. Don’t blame me when you find out..."
Shi Nuan felt dryness in her throat, but her eyes were clear.
The night before she came, she lay in bed for a long time, telling herself that this time when she came to bid farewell to Xiao Chuan, she couldn’t shed tears.
Shi Nuan said, "Xiao Chuan, I’m getting married soon. I’m sorry, I originally... wanted to marry you!"
The wind blew her long hair, and her smile was beautiful, her eyes soft.
"Perhaps you and I are not meant to be in this life, but Xiao Chuan, believe me, you will always be my family, like my mother, a loved family member..."
"If there’s a next life... I’ll marry you then, okay?"
"I’m leaving now, Xiao Chuan..."
"You... don’t worry about me!"
When Shi Nuan returned, her expression was calm, unchanged, she glanced faintly at Song Yansheng and said, "Second Uncle, I’m waiting for you," without saying more.
Song Yansheng’s thin lips moved slightly, but ultimately he said nothing, walking towards Song Yichuan’s grave.
Shi Nuan turned her back to him, not looking at him, fearing that if she turned again, tears would uncontrollably fall.
That wasn’t what she intended, nor what Song Yichuan wanted to see, definitely not.
Song Yansheng returned quickly, in about ten minutes. Shi Nuan’s emotions hadn’t fully calmed down when he was already standing by her side, naturally wrapping his arm around her waist, pulling her into his embrace.
And at that moment, Shi Nuan’s eyes quivered, and tears she had been holding back fell.
She didn’t want to cry, truly, she didn’t want to cry.
But what could she do? She felt too cold, her body cold, her heart cold.
She didn’t wish to be weak, but at that moment, leaning in Song Yansheng’s embrace, tears fell like broken pearls, unstoppable.
That day, Shi Nuan cried in Song Yansheng’s arms for a long time, then stopped the tears, and Song Yansheng took her hand, leading her back.
The way back to the car wasn’t many steps, but with each step, Shi Nuan felt heavy.
Although she didn’t want to admit it, at this moment, the person giving her the strength to continue was indeed this man called Song Yansheng.
Sitting back in the car, as it started and drove out of Dongming Mountain, both of them were silent.
Later, Shi Nuan broke the silence, suddenly asking Song Yansheng, "Second Uncle, have you ever been in love?"
This question came without reason, but Song Yansheng answered honestly, "I have!"
Shi Nuan’s eyes soft with a smile, said, "Second Uncle, if you’ve loved, you must know what it feels like to part with someone you love, especially when this parting is separated by life and death!"
Upon hearing this, Song Yansheng’s brow furrowed...