But isn't fate so laughable?
One day, he finally stepped out of the shadows, no longer dejected and self-destructive.
Shi Nuan, however, was pulled into the abyss by fate...
Song Yansheng thought countless times, countless times, what should he call this?
Probably, it's fate!
Laughable fate!
...
"Second Uncle, don't overthink, I actually—"
Shi Nuan was in Song Yansheng's arms, even though he hadn't said a word, hadn't asked anything, not even given her an emotion.
She still felt it: she had hurt him.
She had once again hurt this proud, arrogant, self-respecting man!
Clearly, she had promised him just a few hours ago to forget everything in the past and work hard to create a new future.
Clearly, she had just promised him!
Her heart was very sad, she reached out and grabbed the man's shirt, anxiously saying: "I actually... didn't contact him, I really didn't contact him..."
Song Yansheng seemed to sigh, somewhat helplessly said: "It's okay, it doesn't matter anymore..."
