Song Yansheng was drunk, but his mind was still seventy percent clear, and a faint smile curled at the corners of his mouth as he gazed at the ceiling.
Fifteen years, he searched for a girl, and a girl's heart, for fifteen years, and now waiting for such an answer, it shouldn't be in vain, right?
He was very satisfied with everything he had now, he was very satisfied.
Taking a breath, he spoke, his voice drifting, a simple yet gentle sentence: "I await Nuannuan's answer... with my entire life!"
...
That day, Yu Yao was uneasy because of that dream and insisted on going to Anshan to pray, despite Aunt Tong's objections.
Yu Yao wasn't feeling well these days, and now she wants to go up the mountain, she's really a bit worried.
But Yu Yao was adamant, and instructed the servants not to meddle and call Song Yansheng.
Aunt Tong was helpless and had to agree.
