After picking up the leaf that had fallen beside the petals, she finally looked up at the photo on the tombstone. She didn’t touch the person in the photo with her fingertips; she just gently and slowly stroked the edge.
A few minutes later, a gentle smile blood between her delicate eyebrows. She softly said, "Lu Li, Little Feng, how are you?"
The only response to her was the rustling sound of leaves colliding as the breeze blew by.
"I’m pretty good. The work at the hospital isn’t too busy, and I have ti to watch cartoons with the kids at night when I get ho."
Nan Wan’s deanor didn’t seem like she was talking to herself; it felt as if she were just chatting with friends on a weekend.
The smile on her cheeks remained, her voice as soft as the breeze, "Lu Li, I dread of you a few days ago. It must be... because Shen Zhii ntioned that night after the college entrance exam when we went to Zijin Mountain to watch the teors."
No one knew that, on that day, she had actually mistaken "Late King Li" for Lu Li.
Liquid courage prompted her to cry and ask when he would marry her; she was sincere.
The wind blew her stray hair, and the ends brushed across her cheek, tickling her skin a little. She couldn’t help but let out a light laugh, "Thinking back now, wasn’t it kind of funny?"
She spoke in stops and starts, and before she knew it, half an hour had passed.
When she stood up, both her legs were numb. It took her a while to feel a bit better.
Her gaze fell on the photo on the tombstone, from left to right, smiling as she bid them farewell, "I must go ho and cook dinner for Mr. Mu. I’ll co to see you next ti."
Mr. Mu’s hormones were so intense that if she wasn’t careful, she’d be devoured with nothing left.
She didn’t tell him about coming here, which might make her late for work again tomorrow.
...
As Nan Wan walked out of the cetery, she saw a familiar back at the flower shop beside the gate.
Oh, no, it was two.
Two people... she hadn’t seen for a long ti, yet they weren’t unfamiliar at all.
As Nan Huaiyu paid, Bai Ruoshu turned around with the bouquet, and in that instant, Nan Wan, who was montarily stunned by the car, entered her line of sight.
Bai Ruoshu seed not to have expected to et Nan Wan here either. After a mont of pause, she stepped under a plane tree thick enough for three people to hug.
The sumr afternoon sunlight was blazing like fire, filtering through the dense layers of plane leaves, leaving shimring spots of light on the cent ground.
Nan Wan closed the car door, and it took her less than half a minute to go from initial daze to a graceful smile.
The two stood face to face, with Nan Wan breaking the subtle silence, "Long ti no see."
Bai Ruoshu wore a light blue dress, the hem reaching her calves just enough to reveal her slender ankles. As the breeze blew, the hem of the dress fluttered slightly, adding an agile beauty to the quiet.
Holding a bouquet of lilies in her arms, her long black hair was braided to the side, and a slight smile curved around her lips, "Indeed, Doctor Nan, I’ve always been in Qing City, but it seems we never ran into each other on the streets since we last t at the hospital."
After paying, Nan Huaiyu noticed Nan Wan under the plane tree. A ripple stirred deep within his long black eyes, but the minor turbulence vanished quickly, reverting to its usual calm.
Nan Wan didn’t intentionally look at him; her gaze rely brushed over that direction and lingered for an unintended second.
Her attention returned to Bai Ruoshu in front of her, smiling softly, "Qing City isn’t large, but aside from going to the hospital for work, I basically rest at ho, so the chances of running into each other weren’t high."
Last sumr’s torrent nearly subrged the shores of Qing City big and small.
Although Bai Ruoshu quietly taught at school, widely known matters were eventually relayed by colleagues’ mouths—just a few days later.
"True, I don’t really like going out unless necessary," though her smile always remained faint, it felt reassuring, "and the short hair suits you."
People with beauty aren’t picky about hairstyles.
From Bai Ruoshu, there were no visible signs of rough experiences, as if past adversities never weighed upon her, inside and out radiating a palpable sense of happiness.
Is it possible to gain god’s favor no matter what one has gone through?
No, it’s not; that’s soone else, not her, Bai Ruoshu.
"Yes, it’s quite refreshing in sumr," as the wind blew, causing her hair tips to itch her skin, Nan Wan lifted a hand to tuck her short hair behind her ear, "You’re here for..."
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