The words Song Yansheng spoke carried an undertone of anxiety and harshness.
Even if his expression at the time might have been calm.
But now, looking back on it all, it undoubtedly has transformed into softness.
And it's a softness with a sense of touch.
That softness presses against his chest, like a little hand, making his chest itch.
Thinking of this, Song Yansheng's breath eased a bit, and he reached out to hold Shi Nuan's hand.
Both of their left ring fingers had a ring.
When clasped together, the rings reflected off each other, not extremely dazzling, but especially heartwarming.
Song Yansheng placed their intertwined hands on his lap, holding them with his other hand.
He looked at Shi Nuan and gave her a gentle smile, "Hmm... I trust Nuannuan!"
...
It's almost July, and the weather is getting hotter, making people easily irritable.
Especially since Shi Nuan was now teetering on the edge of being late, her heart was noticeably even more agitated.
