The rain on this day continued until past nine in the evening before gradually subsiding.
By that time, Shi Nuan had already finished washing up and was standing by the window in her pajamas.
Looking at the pitch-black sky outside, she suddenly thought about today's car accident.
She didn't see the accident scene because Song Yansheng didn't let her.
But from the roaring sounds she heard, she could roughly judge that the accident must have been significant.
Casualties were unavoidable.
Life is unpredictable, and human life is extremely fragile. Birth and death is something she has long seen through.
Yet, whenever she hears about it, she still can't help but sigh.
Song Yansheng came out after washing up and saw Shi Nuan standing on the balcony, then stepped over to her.
Shi Nuan seemed to be lost in thought and didn't notice.
Song Yansheng directly embraced her waist from behind, very intimately.
