At this moment in the room, Shi Nuan was sitting on the bed in a daze. Upon hearing the door open, she turned her head to look towards the entrance.
The person coming in was Song Yansheng.
Shi Nuan's dark eyes flickered, her long, dark eyelashes trembled lightly like butterfly wings. Her thin lips gently pressed together as she softly called out, "Second Uncle..."
Song Yansheng responded softly.
He held a tray in his hand, containing two delicate meals. Though it looked heavy, he managed to carry it with one hand.
Shi Nuan wasn't surprised; he had mentioned working in a restaurant abroad.
He walked over with an elegant gait, the previous hostility completely gone, replaced by his usual noble gentleness, graceful as a soaring dragon.
Song Yansheng's skin was very fair and smooth, with an excellent complexion; he was well-suited to wearing white shirts.
Shi Nuan had seen many boys in white shirts, but none could wear one as elegantly as Song Yansheng.
