Shi Nuan felt she had asked the wrong question and was somewhat guilty, wanting to apologize, but her throat was dry and she couldn't speak.
"No, it wouldn't be..."
Finally, Song Yansheng answered her question, saying, "Xiao Chuan is kind-hearted. He would only wish us well, he wouldn't hate us!"
Shi Nuan stood there stiffly, not speaking, just looking at him with misty eyes.
The man curved a gentle smile, extended another hand, and lightly brushed her dark hair, saying, "The sunset is approaching outside, the scenery is beautiful, let me take Nuannuan to see it... alright?"
Faced with such a gentle and soft Song Yansheng, Shi Nuan truly couldn't find words to refuse. She lowered her eyebrows slightly, and finally nodded lightly.
Song Yansheng tightened his grip on her hand, little by little, intertwining their fingers tightly.
Palm in palm, their lines seemed to fit perfectly, as if... they were in love.
