As she walked, she picked up her phone and dialed Song Yansheng’s number.

But strangely, no one answered on Song Yansheng’s end. Could he really be at a social event?

Shi Nuan had already reached the end of the corridor, and outside the window was the night scene of T City, dazzling and brilliant.

Yet, on Song Yansheng’s side, there was still no answer.

It wasn’t until a pleasant mechanical female voice came from the other end of the phone that she somewhat disappointedly put down her phone.

She stared at the name on her phone.

Earlier it had said Second Uncle, but later, fearing Lv Nan Nan’s suspicion, she changed it to Song.

She thought that even if Lv Nan Nan accidentally found out, she could lie that it was Song Qingyang, and Lv Nan Nan probably wouldn’t suspect.

She didn’t place a second call, eventually putting her phone away.

Then she reached out to push open the window, a cool breeze blowing in, instantly clearing her mind.

Looking at the vast night outside, an inexplicable feeling of emptiness and void grew in her heart.

She missed Song Yansheng a little; the reason for the call was to hear his voice.

Even though they had just parted in the morning, even though they would meet again soon.

Still, she couldn’t help but miss him, miss him very much.

This thing called love is truly terrifying. Shi Nuan wasn’t new to love, but truly, the only person who could make her so absent-minded and constantly longing was Song Yansheng.

Only Song Yansheng.

A silhouette suddenly approached from behind, Shi Nuan sensed it, but before she could think, a man’s arm reached around her, pulling her into an embrace.

Shi Nuan instinctively struggled, and at that moment, a low, magnetic voice said simply, "It’s me!"

Shi Nuan was stunned, and it was then she awakened from her fright and felt the familiar breath and warmth behind her.

It was Song Yansheng!

"Second Uncle..."

Shi Nuan softly called out, her back against the man’s warm chest, his breath swirling around her ear, her heartbeat quickening.

Song Yansheng hummed in acknowledgment and asked, "What’s wrong?"

Shi Nuan bit her lip and softly asked, "How... how are you here?"

Song Yansheng tightened his grip on her arm, burying his face in her shoulder, and said, "Because Nuannuan is here!"

Shi Nuan’s eyelashes fluttered, and an indescribable feeling surged in her chest, a feeling of being stirred.

Shi Nuan bit her lip, then said, "Since... since you’re here, why didn’t you answer my call then?"

She still remembered the disappointment from when the call couldn’t connect; she didn’t like that feeling, not at all.

Song Yansheng said softly, "Because I wanted to see Nuannuan in person and say the words I most want to say..."

Shi Nuan was taken aback and asked, "What?"

"I miss you!" Song Yansheng inhaled her neck’s fragrance, his chin rubbing against her cheek, softly saying, "Nuannuan, I miss you!"

Shi Nuan bit her lip, momentarily at a loss for words, though she wanted to respond.

She wanted to tell Song Yansheng that, indeed, she missed him too.

But she also felt that such words were a bit redundant; she had come out to call him, and that moment of disappointment when the call didn’t connect, he must have seen it all.

She missed him, he must know.

Indeed, he knew.

At that moment, not far from the private room, someone softly walked out.

It was Lv Nan Nan.

She looked at the couple embracing at the end of the corridor.

Even with their backs to her, she could guess who the man might be!

Her expression slightly darkened, she didn’t say a word, picked up her phone, and took a photo.

She turned back into the private room and closed the door behind her.